Ricochet (26 page)

Rick was his spank buddy, not his dom, and the

handprints decorating his ass right now were

nothing more than a beautiful lie.

Matt wasn't Rick's, and he didn't want to be.

Rick was chaotic, untidy and ridiculous and not

remotely the kind of dom Matt was attracted to.

Rick didn't even behave as a good dom should - he

got into more trouble even than the character he

played on the show, and that was saying

something.

Matt had always thought that one day he'd

meet a firm, uncomplicated dom like Chief

Christie, who Daniel played to such perfection.

The chief brought his toppy energy to everything he

did and was always calm, ordered and in control.

Being with a dom like the chief wouldn't be the

permanent roller coaster ride that being Rick

O'Shea's sub would be.

Matt rolled his eyes at his reflection. "Rick

also doesn't want a sub," he reminded himself.

"Not the same sub anyway, every day, day in day

out, and most definitely not uptight, OCD Matthew

Lake. You annoy him, and he definitely irritates the

fuck out of you. The spanking thing is just for fun.

Rick has no interest in you, and you have no

interest in him."

The handprints on his ass seemed to mock

him. He had loved playing that scene in his trailer,

wriggling, squealing, teasing and playing at being

helpless. He'd loved the sensation of putting

himself into someone else's hands - someone as

safe and un-scary as Rick, who didn't act like a

dom at all most of the time.

That was another thing - how did Rick turn it

on so convincingly during play sessions when that

wasn't what he was like the rest of the time?

Maybe it was the actor in him but he sure as hell

knew how to play the commanding dom, even if he

wasn't like that in real life. Unless he was and just

hid it well, but why? Matt wondered just how

much he knew Rick at all; first there had been his

surprising dominance during the spanking scene

and then that startling revelation about his youth. It

was confusing.

Matt looked at those handprints again and

remembered how turned on he'd been as Rick

imprinted them in his flesh. His cock had been

hard and aching, desperate for release. Every

morning since their spank buddy deal had started,

he'd gone back to his trailer afterwards, locked

himself in, and jerked himself off frantically, but

this morning there hadn't been time because of that

long, intimate, conversation.

Matt leaned against the wall and studied the

handprints over his shoulder, stroking his cock

slowly as he remembered how good it had been to

receive them. Rick was an expert at knowing how

hard to spank so he didn't take a sub over the edge,

always keeping the pain pleasurable. His big

hands had covered Matt's ass effortlessly, raining

down spank after spank.

Matt relived the scenario - the naughty sub out

jogging, wiggling his ass to attract a certain dom's

attention and then finding he wasn't in control

anymore.

He'd

been

seized,

physically

overpowered, and forced to submit his ass for a

hard spanking.

Matt jerked off harder, relishing the memory

of being powerless over Rick's knee. He hadn't

been in control… he'd given that up to the stern

dom who wanted to own him, mark him, and make

him his.

Rick's erection had dug into Matt's thigh as he

spanked him. What would have happened if Matt

had peeled down Rick's pants, released that

swollen cock, and taken it into his mouth? Or if

he'd got down on his knees, pulled open his

buttocks, and invited Rick to take him?

How would it feel to have Rick's hard cock

pounding into him? He imagined Rick shoving him

up against the wall, those big hands on his hips,

keeping him in place as he fucked him hard and

fast, riding him without mercy…

"Oh shit!" Matt came over his fist with a

gasp.

He leaned his head against the wall to get his

breath back and then saw his reflection in the

mirror opposite and gazed at himself, fascinated.

He looked wanton - his cock was hanging out,

his hand was covered in his own come, and his

face was flushed with arousal. He'd never seen

himself look like this. He couldn't remember ever

feeling like this. No dom had ever reached the sub

inside him and made him feel like this.

And the annoying thing was that when it had

finally happened, that dom had to be Rick; stupid,

irritating, ridiculous Rick.

It was infuriating.

Matt stomped into the bathroom, took a

shower, and came back out into the bedroom with

a towel wrapped around his waist.

He put on his boxers and a pair of jeans, then

glanced into his closet and saw the tee shirt Rick

had lent him a few weeks ago with the legend,
You

want to spank me, and you know it!
emblazoned

on the front. He'd washed and pressed it, but he

hadn't worn it since that day.

Matt pulled on the tee shirt and looked at

himself in the mirror again. Rick was right - the

color did suit him. The doorbell rang, and he was

annoyed at the intrusion. He ran downstairs,

barefoot, and opened it… to find his mother

standing there.

Damn it! His mother visited him on the last

Friday of every month for dinner. How could he

possibly have forgotten? It was one more thing to

blame Rick for; if he hadn't left those distracting

handprints on his ass then Matt was sure he would

have remembered.

"Hello, darling." His mother studied his tee

shirt and then raised an eyebrow, and Matt cringed

with embarrassment; he wouldn't have worn it if

he'd remembered she was visiting. "Interesting tee

shirt," she commented, kissing his cheek.

She was a small, neat, trim woman, with short

brown hair, and everything she wore was tidy and

understated. She certainly wouldn't approve of a

tee shirt that seemed to challenge every dom within

sight to throw him over their knees.

"Hi, Mom. Sorry - I just had a shower and

pulled on the nearest thing when I heard the

doorbell. It isn't even mine…" That sounded even

worse, so Matt shut up.

"Never mind, dear. Shall we have our usual

Chinese?" They always had Chinese for dinner.

His mom liked to eat the same food and follow the

same routine in all her visits.

"Yes. Sure. Um… I'll call for it." The

restaurant they both liked was on speed dial, and

they always made the same order, so he didn't need

to ask her what she wanted.

When he was done, he went into the living

room to find she'd got the plates and glasses laid

out on trays on the coffee table, the wine poured,

the napkins arranged, and everything ready, as

usual. Last Friday of the month was "casual

Friday" for his mom, and the only time she would

countenance sitting on the sofa and eating off a

tray, rather than at the dining table.

"So… did you have a good week?" he asked

her. His mom worked as an officer manager and

was excellent at her job, always making sure the

bills were paid on time, finding the cheapest

prices for stationery, and making sure nobody ran

out of anything.

"Not bad, darling. Emory and Jeanette are as

ungrateful as ever, but I've learned to live with

that." His mother had worked in the same job since

he was six years old, and had been complaining

about her bosses for that entire time. "How about

you, darling? I must say, you're looking very

flushed; is there something I should know?"

Matt thought about how he'd been jerking off

in his bedroom to the sight of Rick's handprints on

his ass less than half an hour ago and shook his

head vehemently.

"No, definitely not. I mean, uh… it's been a

really busy day at work, and I had to rush home to

get back in time, which was why I'd only just got

out of the shower when you arrived."

"How is work?" Prior to him landing the role

on
Collar Crime
she'd had nagged at him endlessly

to give up acting and find a sensible job, but now

he'd proved he could make a success of his chosen

career she approved far more.

"Fine. Okay. Kind of. It's been a weird

week." He flushed even more as he recalled how

he'd visited Rick's trailer every morning for a

spanking.

At that moment the doorbell rang again, and

Matt grabbed his wallet and got up.

"That was quicker than usual," his mother

commented, glancing at her watch. "Usually it

takes them twenty-six minutes to deliver."

"Maybe they know how hungry we are!" Matt

opened the door… and found Rick standing on his

doorstep, holding a boxed pizza in one hand and a

six pack of beer in the other.

"Hey buddy! You seemed kind of upset

earlier, so I thought I'd come over with something

to eat." Rick held up the pizza.

"Oh. Um." Matt hopped from one foot to the

other, wondering what to do. Rick had clearly

gone home, taken a shower, and got changed

because his hair was hanging in damp ringlets

around his face. He was wearing a pair of black

jeans, his favorite cowboy boots, and an electric

blue shirt under his long black leather coat. There

was a blue spiked ear cuff dangling from his ear,

and the usual array of leather bracelets around his

wrists.

"Do you need any more cash, darling?" his

mother called from the living room.

Rick made a face. "Shit - sorry, Matty. I

interrupted you on a hot date. Another time,

buddy!" He turned to go.

"No - wait!" Matt blurted out. "I don't have a

hot date - it's my mom. She comes over on the last

Friday of every month for dinner."

Matt hesitated. His mother didn't like any

disruption to their usual routine, but it seemed rude

not to let Rick in after he'd driven over here with

pizza specifically to cheer him up.

"Why don't you come in and join us?" Matt

found himself saying. Rick was his work colleague

- his mother had watched enough episodes of

Collar Crime
to know that. Maybe she would

enjoy meeting him. She always refused his

invitations to visit the set, saying she didn't want to

intrude on his work, but this was different.

"You sure? That'd be cool! I'd love to meet

your mom," Rick said cheerfully. Matt winced; his

mom and Rick O'Shea in the same room had the

potential to be a total disaster.

His mother looked up as Matt showed Rick

into the living room, and Matt could see the

startled expression in her eyes at their unexpected

visitor.

"Uh - mom, this is Rick. Rick - this is my

mom, Elspeth."

"Wow - I can see where Matty gets his good

looks from," Rick said, offering his big paw to her

and swallowing up her small hand in an

enthusiastic pump.

"One

of

Matt's

cast-mates.

How…

unexpected," Elspeth said tightly.

That didn't bode well. His mom didn't like the

unexpected; she was the kind of person whose

worst nightmare was being thrown a surprise

party.

"Do you watch the show, Elspeth? I bet you

do! You must love seeing Matty onscreen!" Rick

beamed at Matt.

"I watch every episode because Matt's in it,

but I can't really follow what's going on a lot of the

time," Elspeth replied.

"I guess some of the plots are kinda insane."

Rick threw himself down on the sofa with a happy

sigh. He was big, sprawling, took up a lot of

space, and somehow managed to effortlessly

dominate the room without trying. Matt saw his

mother shift uncomfortably on her small corner of

the sofa. "It's a great show though." Rick leaned

back and stretched his arms out along the back of

the sofa.

Elspeth pursed her lips tightly. "I've often

wondered why there would be a federal agency