Pup (10 page)

“Yeah, I’m stuffed,” Micah agreed, pushing his empty plate away and grabbing his glass of juice. “Okay, I’m washed, brushed, and fed—now about those plans.”

Tackett leaned back in his chair and sipped his coffee. “Nothing like getting right to it, huh?”

“Just following your schedule, Sir.” Micah grinned.
It shouldn’t surprise him Micah wanted to discuss their arrangement, given the events of the day before. It was also good to know he could give Micah more than one task at a time.
“I still have my doubts about your sincerity in wanting to please a Dom, to be his everything. You know all the pretty little moveskeeping your eyes lowered, calling me Sirbut you don’t understand what it means to submit, to set your desires aside and please someone else. I can help you with that, Micah, if you really want to learn.”
Micah stared down at his hands, which were gripping his glass, a frown line forming between his brows. He looked thoughtful, which pleased Tackett. At least he wasn’t going to get some flippant answer.
“I won’t argue with you there,” Micah finally said. “I’m sure of what I want, but I don’t have a clue how to get it. I watch the other subs, listen to the Doms I’ve been with, and have an idea how I’m supposed to behave to get what I want.” Micah lifted his eyes and met Tackett’s gaze. “I’ve never fully submitted to anyone, never found anyone I wanted to. So you’re right, I don’t know what it means. I need you to help me, Sir.”
He’d been right: Micah was a natural. He could work with that. “I appreciate your honesty.” He tapped his fingers against his mug, choosing his words carefully. “Okay. I’ll agree to your suggested two-week trial period, I will try to help you reach your goals and find true peace in submission. No formal contract, we’ll see how it goes. If you’re still willing, then we’ll discuss my needs, my rules, what I expect from you, and in turn what you can expect from me.”
“Yes!” Micah blurted without hesitation, his eyes lighting up with excitement.
“Calm down, pup,” Tackett laughed, so very happy with Micah’s reaction. “You might want to hear all of my demands and expectations first.”
“Okay, but I already know my answer. Yes!”

Tackett ignored Micah’s enthusiasm. He wanted Micah to understand exactly what he was getting into. “I demand obedience and respect at all times. If I tell you to do something, you do it without question, unless you truly don’t understand what I’m asking of you, then it is your responsibility to get clarification. You will perform to the best of your ability and if at any time you no longer can or wish not to continue, use your safeword and it ends. You will refer to me as either Sir or Master at all times, and your only job is to please me. You please me by setting your own needs aside for mine. Understood?”

Micah shifted in his chair, excitement still shining in his blue eyes and causing him to shake. “Yes!”

Tackett sighed. “This won’t be easy, Micah. I’m very demanding. I suspect at some point over the next two weeks, you will want to scream and rage, you may even at times hate me. I’m going to push you harder than you’ve ever been pushed. However, in return for your submission, I’ll do everything in my power to guide you, and if at all possible, help you find what you’re looking for.”

Micah looked as if he were ready to fly out of his seat at any moment, the way he was wiggling in his chair. His face flushed, and undoubtedly the only thing keeping him from speaking was the tight grip his teeth had on his bottom lip. Tackett waited for Micah’s response, and then realized he hadn’t actually asked the man a question.

Clamping down on his excitement at the prospect of Micah being his for the next two weeks, he kept his voice low and smooth. “Is this agreeable to you, Micah?”

Oh good Lord, the man was surely going to burst. It made something in his belly flutter. “C’mere, Micah.”

Micah popped out of his seat with way more energy than a man had a right to have, coming to Tackett’s side and instantly falling to his knees, eyes respectfully down. Micah would certainly keep him on his toes. He’d have to come up with creative ways to channel all that untamed energy. His arousal grew with the thought. Tackett petted Micah’s curls, enjoying the way the soft strands felt against his palm and seeing the man at his feet.

When Micah finally seemed to calm, his breath slowing and the jitters draining away, Tackett went to his feet. “Get the breakfast dishes cleaned up and meet me in the bedroom.”

Tackett left him to clean up while he retrieved the bag next to the door, then headed to the bedroom.

As Micah took care of the breakfast dishes, Tackett straightened up the bed. He retrieved the lube and condom from his jeans, setting them on the nightstand, and threw the dirty clothes in the hamper. He was sitting on the bed, the paddle from the bag unwrapped and lying on the bed next to him, when Micah entered the room ten minutes later.

“All done, Sir.” Micah’s head was bowed, but he knew Micah was taking in the room, and knew the moment Micah spotted the paddle because a smile spread across his face.

“Yes, Sir,” Micah replied, his hands instantly going to the waistband of his sweats and pushing them down, then kicking them aside. Micah stood in front of him, shoulders squared, hands clasped behind him, chest pushed out, with his long, slender cock hard and jutting out from his body. He admired Micah’s body for a bit; the man was in amazing shape. So strong and healthy, the perfect body to endure a rough fuck from a demanding lover. And oh, was he going to demand much from this gorgeous body.

“There will be discipline each morning, and punishment for any infractions will be given each night before bed.” He patted his lap. “Over my knees.”

“Yes, Sir.” Micah moved quickly. He bent, legs parted a little, and planted his hands on the floor.

Tackett slid a hand over Micah’s ass, caressing and stroking. Micah responded to his touch, pushing into it. “Your ass is going to be stunning in a pretty shade of red.”

Micah tensed, the chuckle turning into a distressed sound. “Yes, Sir.”
“Want my cock buried deep in your newly spanked ass. I want to feel you cum while I’m fucking you.” He squeezed one of the meaty globes.
The hard cock pressed against his thigh twitched, and Micah relaxed with the knowledge he’d finally be allowed his release. “I won’t cum. I’ll wait for you, Sir.”
“Good boy.” He squeezed the other tight globe because he could. He adjusted Micah slightly until the pup’s cock was between his thighs, then closed his legs around it. It would give Micah some friction and drive him crazy with the need to cum. “Ready?”

He ran the paddle against Micah’s ass, the cool studs causing him to shudder. Tackett tapped Micah’s right ass cheek without any weight behind it and then the other, getting a feel for it. Tackett ran his hand along Micah’s back, grounding him as he hit him again with the paddle, a little harder.

“Feels good, Sir.”
“It’s about to feel a whole lot better.” He started a quick, light rhythm, just enough to warm Micah’s ass, not causing any real pain. He spread the hits over both cheeks, Micah’s skin responding beautifully, turning a light shade of pink.
As he increased the speed and strength of the slaps, Micah began moaning, rocking his hips, pushing his cock between Tackett’s thighs. By the time he put real strength behind the blows, Micah was practically dancing on his lap. It was fucking stunning.
“Fuck!” Micah called out when Tackett moved to the top of his thighs. “Stings.”
Tackett moved back up to Micah’s reddened ass, and then back down to his thighs. Micah settled into the new rhythm, taking each slap and sending out a pleasure-filled moan.
“Close, Sir, so close,” Micah panted, humping hard.
“Hands and knees, pup.” His voice, thick with arousal, came out more like a growl.
“Yes, Sir. Thank you, Sir.” Micah moved to his hands and knee, bright red ass pushed high in the air. “Please. I… I need you, Sir.”
Tackett snatched the condom from the table, fumbling to get it on, fingers not cooperating in his haste. Forcing himself to take a couple of deep breaths to calm himself, he poured lube into his palm, slicking up the condom as he moved behind Micah.
Placing a hand on Micah’s ass, he felt the heat radiating as he let his boy know he was there. “I got ya,” he said soothingly, his tone at odds with the lust rushing through him in throbbing waves. Tackett pushed a slick finger against Micah’s entrance, met a brief resistance, but he pushed past it till the tip of his finger slid in.
Micah moaned, spreading his legs a little wider and pushing back against Tackett’s finger, his body begging for more. Tackett teased the tiny opening a bit longer, twisting and rubbing, spreading the lube. He wouldn’t be rushed even if Micah or his own lust demanded it of him. He continued to caress Micah’s ass as he pushed his finger in farther, pulling it back out and making Micah whimper before pushing it in deep, rewarded with a deep moan.
Micah began to rock in harder, hissing slightly when Tackett kneaded his abused flesh in earnest, loving the way Micah’s heated skin burned Tackett inside and out. Leaning down, Tackett pressed his lips to Micah’s ass, and then licked a path from one hot cheek to the other, blowing. Micah shuddered violently and broke out in goose bumps.
He slapped Micah’s ass with his bare hand, the man pushing into his hand rather than pulling away from the pain. “So hot for me, pup.”
“Ye… for you.”
Sliding another finger alongside the first, Tackett stabbed them in and out of Micah’s ass, twisting and scissoring his fingers. “C’mon, pup, open for me. Going to fuck you so good.”
“Yes. Need you to fuck me so bad.” Micah was rocking back and forth on his hands and knees, fucking Tackett’s fingers.
When Tackett pushed in a third finger, Micah cried out. “Oh God, Sir.” His back arched. “Full. So hard, Sir. Please, please….”
“Please what, pup?” He continued making short, shallow stabs, Micah’s ass gripping his fingers tightly. When he pushed deep again, hitting Micah’s prostate, his boy’s thrusts faltered and he cried out.
“Please, fuck me, Sir. Please,” Micah begged, writhing, trying to take more of Tackett’s fingers. “Oh fuck! Please, please….”
Tackett gave up on holding back his need, the reins on his desire slipping. Pulling his fingers out of his boy’s ass and guiding his cock in, he forced himself to go slowly until he was deep, surrounded in Micah’s warmth.
“Yes! Oh God, yes,” Micah gasped. “So good to me, so….” His words turned into a long groan when Tackett pulled out slightly and slammed back into him.
Micah’s hot ass against him, the pleas pouring from his boy, and the tight contracting channel surrounding Tackett’s cock stripped him of his control. He began thrusting into Micah, hands gripping the lean hips, pulling him back with each hard thrust, plowing into Micah’s body over and over with brutal force.
“I can’t…. Sir!” Micah nearly sobbing now. “I need to cum. Please….” Micah’s head fell forward, his breathing harsh. He knew Micah wouldn’t be able to hold back his orgasm much longer, no matter how much he wanted to please Tackett.
Tackett released the bruising grip he had on Micah’s right hip, reached around, and wrapped a fist around Micah’s cock. “Cum for me, pup. Give it to me.” He pumped the hard shaft once. “Now!”
Micah’s head snapped back, and he shouted his release, heat fountaining over Tackett’s fist. Micah’s channel clamped down on Tackett’s dick with each contraction as he continued to cum. The sound of Micah’s moans, the smell of sex and sweat and Micah, skin slapping against hot skin, shredded that thin thread he had on his control. One last hard thrust and he came, pulse after pulse that seemed to go on forever, leaving him gasping for air when it ended and locking down on his muscles to avoid crushing Micah below him.
He covered Micah, whispering over and over what a good boy he was, how much he pleased him, bringing them both down slowly. Easing Micah down onto his belly, he carefully pulled out of his boy and rolled onto his back. He didn’t want to move, he was so sated and satisfied.
Micah laid his head on his folded arms, watching Tackett with an almost awed expression until his breath finally slowed to a normal rhythm. “Thank you, Sir. That was amazing.”
“You’re welcome, pup. You earned it.”
“Would you like me to get a towel and clean you up, Sir?”
If Micah felt anything like Tackett did, and he was sure he did, the only thing he wanted to do was stretch out on the carpet and rest, so it was all the sweeter when Micah put Tackett’s needs before his own.
“Yes, please.”
Micah sat up, carefully removed the condom from Tackett’s cock, then took it with him to the bathroom and returned a moment later with a towel to gently wipe Tackett’s stomach and softening cock.
“Thank you, pup. Now if you’ll be so kind as to help me up off this floor, I think we’ll move this to the couch. Stretch out, put our feet up, and watch a good movie. How does that sound?”
“It sounds like the perfect way to enjoy my post-fuck afterglow, Sir.” Micah said, rising and holding out a hand.
Tackett hid his groan when he allowed Micah to pull him to his feet. Next time, he’d make sure his boy was bent over the bed before he took him. Fucking on the floor had nothing to do with his age. He wasn’t even worried about that shit at the moment. It was the raw carpet burns on his knee that were a bitch.
Taking the towel from Micah, Tackett threw it in the direction of the hamper and grabbed Micah’s hand. “C’mon, I’m thinking a little actionpacked post-apocalyptic fighting and explosions are the perfect way to enjoy your post-fuck afterglow.”