Ricochet (70 page)

being a dom. "I love being there to catch you when

that happens. The expression on your face, the way

your body gives in and melts against me as you

surrender… it's beautiful."

"I always wondered what it was like for

doms."

"Well, I can't speak for other doms, but that's

it for me. Also… there's spanking." Rick grinned at

him. "You know that's my main kink, Matt. I'll

spank this cute ass every single day." He pulled

Matt onto his side and ran his hand lovingly over

Matt's bottom. "Not a heavy scene, just for fun. A

beautiful ass like this deserves to be kept well

spanked."

"What if I ever need discipline?" Matt asked

thoughtfully.

Rick shrugged. "You know that's not my thing,

Matt."

"But if I need it?" Matt pressed.

"You're not exactly a naughty sub, so I can't

see you ever needing it. Look, Matt, I took enough

punishments to never want to hand that out to any

sub, let alone one I'm crazy in love with. It's not

me."

"Rule didn't believe in play spankings the

way you don't believe in discipline spankings. He

paddled me hard a few times - for stupid things,

like forgetting to wear that vile cuff - and one time

he caned me pretty badly, but he told me he'd never

spank me for pleasure."

Rick stiffened. "I hate the thought of him

punishing you."

"I didn't like it, either - but that's because we

hadn't talked about it. He just did it, and it made

me feel worse instead of better because I didn't

believe in the reasons why he was punishing me. It

wasn't cathartic - it just made me anxious. But…"

Matt paused, wondering how to express this. He

certainly had no wish to talk himself into any kind

of punishment, but this was a topic they needed to

talk about. "I am a sub, Rick, and it's important for

me to know that my dom will discipline me if he

ever feels I need it. That's the kind of sub I am."

Rick thought about it for a long moment and

then nodded. "Okay, but only if we both agree you

need it."

Matt smiled. "It's a deal!"

"Hey - we must go shopping and get you a

more personal collar. We can't have you wearing

Alex Tanner's mangy old collar for the rest of your

life." Rick touched the collar around Matt's neck.

"I like it. It's romantic, knowing you wore it

too. Not many subs get to wear a collar that's been

around their dom's neck for months on end." Matt

grinned. "I guess you could always put the scarlet

one on me again though."

Rick shook his head. "That one has special

memories; I think we should keep it in the

playroom, for when we're role-playing. No, I'm

gonna take you out and buy you hundreds of

collars, one for every single outfit in your closet."

"I don't think I have that many outfits."

"I don't care. It's a good excuse to fasten my

collar around your neck every single damn day for

the rest of your life."

Rick grabbed the soap and lathered it, then

placed his soapy hands on his sub's body. He

gently washed Matt all over, including his hair,

then reached for a razor and shaved him too.

"Can I wash you?" Matt asked when Rick was

done.

"Sure." Rick handed him the soap, and Matt

felt almost shy as he put his hands on his dom's

body and washed his broad expanse of chest. Matt

took his time caressing all that taut golden skin,

and then moved his hands lower and soaped Rick's

cock reverently before planting a little kiss on it

that made Rick laugh. Rick obligingly spread his

legs and allowed Matt to soap his hole.

"Can I lick you there?" Matt asked. "Just…

it's so good when you do it to me, and I know you

mock the fact I dated so many service-oriented

doms, but I do enjoy giving service."

"I'd like that." Rick got onto his hands and

knees, and Matt ran his hands over his dom's firm

buttocks. Then he pulled them open and dipped his

tongue into Rick's hole. The bubbles disguised the

musky scent to a certain extent, but Matt enjoyed

the sensation of dipping his tongue in and out of the

little hole and hearing Rick sigh with pleasure.

They were both too sated to do more, but

Matt could see that when his dom wasn't deep in

his top-space he was happy to share himself with

his sub.

Rick got out of the tub and helped him out too.

Matt found his legs had recovered, and he could

walk again now, and he stood patiently while Rick

patted him down with a fluffy white towel.

Rick spent a long time drying him, pausing at

every mark he'd put on his body, kissing each one

in turn. "There's only one thing missing," he said

when he was done, and he took hold of Matt's hand

and led him back into the bedroom.

He sat down on the side of the bed, pulled on

Matt's hand, and flipped him over his knee. Matt

laughed and settled into place. "This is where I

feel most at home," he said.

"It's definitely where you belong." Rick

smoothed his hand over Matt's ass and then

smacked down a warming slap. Matt sighed and

buried his face in his arms, wriggling his ass in

anticipation.

Rick warmed him up thoroughly first, and

then he tightened his grip on Matt's body and began

directing the slaps precisely in two spots, one on

each buttock. Matt wailed into the sheets, loving

and hating it at the same time. Rick always seemed

able to judge that line so expertly, never taking

Matt too far in either direction, always keeping

him perfectly poised between pleasure and pain.

Rick didn't let up until he was done, and then

he swung Matt onto his feet and walked him over

to the mirror on the far wall. Matt glanced over his

shoulder to see two perfect handprints on his ass,

next to the bite-mark. He felt a surge of pride; this

time, unlike the last, those handprints really meant

something.

"So…" Matt leaned into Rick for a kiss. "I

guess we're not just spank buddies anymore."

Rick laughed and wrapped his arms around

him, holding him tight. "Oh, we are definitely not

just spank buddies anymore."

Rick carried the box into the hall balanced on

his shoulder, whistling to himself.

"Last one!" he yelled. "All that's left is for

you to neat freak it into the house and forbid me

from messing it up, the way you did with all the

other stuff we brought over from your place.

He found Matt kneeling on the floor in the

living room, amid a sea of boxes, sorting through

them with the radio blaring out. His sub was

wearing a pair of plain grey sweatpants and a

sleeveless white tee shirt that showed off his toned

biceps.

"Hey." Rick dumped a box on the floor and

pointed to the radio, where the catchy tones of
You

want to spank me, and you know it!
were blaring

out. "They're playing our song!"

Matt rolled his eyes. "That's our song?

Seriously?"

"Oh yeah." Rick grabbed hold of him, pulled

him to his feet, and danced around the room with

him. "It's definitely our song."

He suddenly upended Matt and yanked his

sweatpants and underwear down, grinning at

Matt's yelp of surprise. Matt would always swear

blind that he hated surprises of any kind, and yet he

always reacted with a kind of delighted shyness

every time Rick ambushed him like this.

Rick sat down on the sofa, hauled Matt over

his knee, and spanked him happily for a few

minutes, keeping time to the music. He was

discovering that he was a playful and inventive

dom, protective and caring but also firm and

commanding when necessary; it seemed to be a

combination that Matt loved.

When Matt's bottom was glowing a warm

pink, Rick finished up by caressing it lovingly,

before tipping Matt onto his knees on the carpet,

pulling him between his open legs, and giving him

a firm kiss on the lips. Matt melted against him, the

way he always did after a loving spanking.

"I just can't resist that beautiful ass." Rick

pressed another kiss to Matt's lips and then drew

back. "Now that important work is done - I'm

gonna go for a run while you unpack."

They'd been slowly bringing Matt's things

over for the past two weeks, taking their time,

doing a box here and there. Rick didn't care where

Matt put his stuff, but watching his sub agonize

over each little thing drove him nuts, so they'd

decided early on that Rick would leave the house

while Matt was unpacking, so he could settle

himself in and get everything how he wanted it.

"Don't be late back - it's my turn to cook

tonight!" Matt yelled as he left. Rick winced;

another thing he'd discovered in the past two

weeks was how atrocious his sub's cooking was.

Rick put on his headphones, plugged in his

iPod, and set off on a ten mile run, taking one of

his favorite routes up into the hills. He lost himself

in the music, in the sun shining down on his head,

and in the beautiful views. He thought about Matt

most of the time when he was running, inventing

sex games for them to play, fantasizing about

caressing his sub's beautiful body, or thinking of a

joke he wanted to tell him or something he wanted

to discuss with him. Much as Rick loved the sex,

he'd never had someone in his life to talk to before,

and he found himself loving that even more.

He returned home, feeling both sweaty and

horny, and almost tripped over the small steel box

on the porch. He picked it up, puzzled, and

examined it. There was no writing on it and no

sign as to where it had come from.

"Hey, Matty - is this yours?" Rick called,

carrying it into the house. "Did I forget to bring it

in from the car after we cleared out your place?"

Rick placed the box on the coffee table in the

living room.

"Is what mine?" Matt emerged from the

kitchen, his hands covered in flour, and glanced at

the steel box. "No, that's not mine. Where did you

find it?"

"On the front porch."

"Was it there when you left for your run?"

"Nope. Did anyone come by while I was

out?"

"Nope." Matt shook his head. "Not that I

heard anyway, although I did have the radio on."

"Weird! Hmmm." Rick leered at his sub.

"You look good enough to eat."

"Let's hope so because that might be all that's

on the table for dinner tonight. I'm a crappy cook."

Rick let out a sigh of relief. "I didn't like to

say anything, but yes, you are."

Matt laughed. "Unlike you. You're a fantastic

cook! Maybe we should agree that you do all the

cooking in future, instead of taking it in turns? I

could do all the clearing up and the gadgetry stuff -

like putting up shelves, and fixing the computers,

and all that stuff you're crappy at."

"Fine by me. Now… " Rick reached for his

sub and slid his tee shirt up his chest to expose his

nipples. "I've been thinking of these the entire time

I was out running." He caressed them gently with

his fingertips. "I think I'm going to get them

pierced," he said, pinching down and making Matt

gasp. Matt gave him that wide-eyed, little boy lost

look that always turned Rick on.

"Pierced?" he squeaked.

"Mmmm," Rick purred, twisting them a little.

"I think they'll look good with some decoration. I

thought I'd take some lessons and do it myself, in

the playroom." Matt whimpered, and Rick laughed.

"Maybe when I take you down into deep

submission for a week," he added, watching as that

little nugget of information sank in to be sure the

fantasy was turning Matt on as well as scaring him.

Rick wouldn't force the issue if Matt hated it, but

he had a feeling Matt would enjoy it once he'd got

used to the idea.

Matt made a face. "Supposing I freak out

while you're piercing them?"

"Oh, you will, for sure." Rick grinned. "But