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“Master. Master. Yes.” The words were soft, happy, almost peaceful.

He spread Adam’s ass with his fingers, tongue working hard. Adam rocked, meeting his touches, eager for him. He wanted to bury himself deep inside his lover, make Adam scream for him. Needy, hungry man. Adam bucked down against him, taking his tongue. He slid his hands up along Adam’s body. Adam stretched for him, nice and long.

He pulled away from Adam’s hole, leaving a lick on the sweet balls and the hard cock before tearing off his own clothes. “Want you.”

“I’m yours. Signed, sealed, delivered.”

He nodded. “You are. You so are.” He leaned over Adam’s body, getting the lube and the condoms from the nightstand. Adam lifted his head, kissed Matt’s chest on the way. “Mmm.” He stopped long enough on the way back down to kiss Adam on the lips, his tongue searching out Adam’s.

His lover was right there, focused and hungry for him. They kissed for a long moment, and then he sat back to slowly work the condom down over his prick.

“You’ve got a beautiful cock -- fat and hard.”

“Thank you. It’s going to feel amazing to have your body wrapped around it.”

Adam nodded, knees drawn up. Matt settled between them and put Adam’s heels up over his shoulders. He took a second, looked. His. Long and stretched, tanned and perfect. He could see the need in the way Adam’s breath panted from him.

He rubbed the tip of his cock against Adam’s wet hole. “All mine,” he murmured, sliding right in.

Adam took him in like he belonged there, balls deep.

“Oh, God. Adam. Fuck.” He was incoherent for a few moments, his whole body singing.

“Yes. Yes, please.”

“Yes.” He nodded and started fucking Adam, hips working his cock in over and over again. That was perfect -- the tight heat felt like it was made for him, for his prick. “God. So good.” He wasn’t even sure if he was saying the words or just thinking them -- he was so lost in Adam’s body.

Every master should have a man with muscle control like his lovely. Every single one.

“Lovely... Mine.” He slid a hand around Adam’s prick, holding on as he thrust.

Adam’s ass worked him, rippling and rocking around his cock. He’d never felt anything like it. His hand began jerking, pulling on Adam’s cock in time. Every tug echoed around him, through Adam’s body. They worked in rhythm together, driving each other higher and higher.

Adam made him crazed.

He squeezed Adam’s prick tighter, not wanting to get to the finish line before his lover. A little flick of his wrist on the upstroke let him rub his thumb across Adam’s slit time and again. His sub was fighting him, though, trying to make him crazy.

Finally, he growled out, “Come, Adam.”

Adam’s eyes flashed to his, surprised, shocked. Heat splashed between them, Adam’s orgasm squeezing down on his cock.

Yes.

Matt grabbed Adam’s hips, slamming in deep. He thrust a few more times, then shouted out loud, coming hard. Adam panted for him, flushed and stretched.

For the first time, though, Adam had fought him -- even though it was tiny and for his pleasure -- and Matt had the delicious opportunity to punish the man.

“You’ve earned a spanking,” he told Adam softly as he nuzzled the lovely neck.

“Hmm?” Adam arched for him, slow and easy.

“You fought me. Wouldn’t come.”

Adam rumbled softly. “I was making you feel good.”

“You were -- it was well intentioned, but it was still disobedience. It’ll just be a small punishment.” He could feel the response to the word punishment around his cock.

Groaning, he took Adam’s mouth. Adam’s kiss was a touch wilder, a bit more desperate. He gave as good as he got, plundering Adam’s mouth, making it his own. He slipped from Adam’s body, Adam’s groan filling his lips.

Making quick work of discarding the condom, he was soon lying on Adam again, hands sliding up to stroke the outstretched arms. Adam moaned as he turned that lovely body, propped a pillow under Adam’s hips. The marks from the latest whipping were mostly concentrated over Adam’s shoulders, his upper back. The beautiful, pale ass was free of marks. Waiting for him.

He spread Adam’s thighs, exposing the tight body a little more fully. He’d been buried in there, balls deep. Only him. Moaning, he bent to kiss the hot, swollen flesh. Adam groaned, hips tilting, cock rubbing on the pillows.

“No coming from this,” he warned, gently popping Adam’s ass.

“No?”

“No. You can get hard, but if you come, your punishment will increase.”

It excited him, having Adam push a bit, trusting him with this. “Yes, Master.”

“Good boy.” He rubbed Adam’s ass, making them both wait. He could almost smell Adam’s excitement.

Groaning, he let his hand fly. It landed with a satisfying smack. Adam hummed, skin going white, then red.

“Mmm. So pretty. God, you’re lovely, Adam.” He hit the other ass cheek. God, that skin pinked beautifully.

He let his hand come down a few more times, reveling in the way Adam’s body responded to each smack. Adam began to move into the touch, dancing for him a bit.

“Love the way you respond to me. Love it.”

“Master.” Adam tugged at the belt, thighs spreading.

“That’s right. I’m your Master. Yours Adam. Me and no one else.”

“Please.”

“Yes. Yes.” He smacked Adam again with each word.

Adam was flying, fucking the pillow, cock hard and leaking. Matt smacked twice more and then stopped. It was after all, just a small punishment. The sound Adam made when he stopped caused him to smile. Maybe stopping was Adam’s punishment.

“If you’re good, I’ll continue the spanking tomorrow.”

Adam moaned for him, nodded, fingers gripping the belt.

“Good.” He placed a kiss on each ass cheek and in the small of Adam’s back.

Adam’s ass rubbed against him, wanton.

“So needy.” Did anyone else know how wanton and lovely Adam was? He hoped not. He wanted to protect this, shelter it.

He reached up, working at the belt until he freed it from the headboard and then undid it from around his lovely’s wrists. Adam pushed close to him, rubbing against him.

He wrapped his arms around Adam, holding his lovely tight. “God, you’re something else, Adam. Something special.”

“I’m yours.”

“You are. All mine. And I’m your Master. Your one and only.”

Adam nodded, sighed, cock sliding slowly over his hip.

He chuckled. “Needy boy.” He loved it.

“Who are you calling boy?” Adam grinned at him, winked playfully.

“The one with the hard prick.”

“Moi?”

He fell a little more in love every time Adam relaxed a little further.

“Yes.” He kissed Adam’s nose. “You.”

Adam lifted his chin, kissed Matt. “Oh, good.”

He reached down and slid his hand over Adam’s ass, feeling the heat of it. Adam immediately pushed into his touch. He squeezed. Adam moaned. Shivered.

“No coming until I say you can.” He wanted to play a little first.

“Yes, Master.” Adam was groaning, body moving almost restlessly.

He pinched one of Adam’s nipples while gently stroking the other one. Adam’s little nip tightened, went dark for him.

“God, you’re so lovely.” Matt reveled in the fact that this beautiful man was his.

“Need you.”

“I know.” He did, and that knowledge thrilled him. He pinched that nipple again, tugging hard. “Are you ready for my ring?” He slid one hand down between Adam’s legs, rubbed where the guiche was going to go. They hadn’t had a chance to do it earlier when he’d first wanted to, but he certainly hadn’t forgotten about it.

Adam’s eyes went wide. “What?”

“My ring, remember? Hidden here.”

“I thought-- You were serious?” That pretty cock throbbed, balls drawing up tight.

“Of course I was.” He pinched that bit of flesh again.

“Fuck.” Adam arched and Matt licked his lips. Adam was going to come and earn another punishment.

Groaning at the thought, he slid his hand back, touched Adam’s hole. Hot and slick, Adam groaned and tried to take his finger in.

“So pushy.”

“Not me.” Adam winked again.

He laughed, hands coming to cup Adam’s balls, roll them. The sac was tight, hard, and when he tugged, Adam whimpered. He tugged again, one finger reaching back to scratch at the delicate skin behind them. Adam bucked, hard, spunk spraying over the lean belly.

Fuck, Adam smelled good. “You came.”

“Uh-huh...”

“I told you not to.”

“You made me.” Playful little minx.

“And here I thought you had all this control,” he teased.

Adam stilled, smile fading. “I’m sorry, Sir.” Sir. Adam hadn’t called him Sir since that first night.

“Ah, lovely, I was teasing you.” He pressed their foreheads together and looked into Adam’s eyes. “I’m not a Sir, lovely. Not to you.”

“I’m sorry. I just. I simply wasn’t thinking.”

“Neither was I -- it was an ill-thought comment. I really was just trying to tease you.”

“I. Do you want that? My firmest control?”

“No. I was trying to make you come -- I’m looking forward to punishing you. Much more than I want your obedience and control.”

Adam relaxed, took a deep breath. “That’s... that was what I was feeling.”

He chuckled. “You’re so in tune with me. It makes teasing hard.”

“You make me hard, Master.”

“Good. You make me hard, too.”

Adam nodded. “Good.”

“It is. We’re very good together. Very good.”

“Master?”

“Yes, Adam?”

“Can we go to your house?”

“Of course.” He was pleased Adam had asked. “My home is always open to you.”

“I’d like to go there. For our time off, together.”

“I like that. It’ll be easier for you to get out of work mode there, won’t it?”

Adam nodded for him. “I want to simply be yours. All of me.”

“You are, lovely. Top to bottom. We have a contract. And we have what’s between us here.” He pressed his hand against Adam’s heart, and then his own.

“I know. But sometimes I don’t want to think about being a pro.”

“And this place makes you think of that?”

“Sometimes. This is where Oliver comes to talk to me. This is where I meet my private clients for the first time.”

“Then we’ll use my house unless you request it.”

Adam kissed the corner of his mouth. “Thank you, Master.”

“My pleasure, lovely. I want to make you happy.”

“I want to be able to give everything to you. To be off work.”

“Thank you.” He kissed Adam hard, his pleasure at the words huge. As the kiss ended, Adam clung to him, swaying. “I’m going to put a cock ring on you and a plug inside you. Then I’m taking you home.”

“Yes, Master.” Adam moaned for him, swayed.

He kissed Adam again and then got up. “I have them in my bag.” He’d brought a number of toys, things to use if he wanted. They still hadn’t equipped Adam’s place. Maybe they’d both known all along that they would be making his place their home.

He bent Adam over the bed to wait while he searched for the toys. “Spread your legs a little wider, lovely.”

Adam spread, balls hanging.

He found what he was looking for, the plug fairly heavy -- Adam wouldn’t be able to forget for a second that it was there. The cock ring was heavy, too, heavy enough that it would tug. Adam’s cock and balls would look wonderfully obscene, too, naked as they were and exposed and pushed forward as they would be in the cock ring. Matt moaned, eager to see that, to admire it.

“Plug first.” He stroked Adam’s ass, finding the reddened areas from the spanking, rubbing them.

Adam moaned and rocked back toward him.

“Lovely...” His voice was thick, full of the need that grew by the second; Adam did it for him.

“Master. Please.”

“God, Adam. So damn lovely.”

He slicked up two fingers and pushed them into Adam’s ass. Adam moaned, went up on tiptoe, ass offered to him. He pushed deep, searching for Adam’s gland. He found it, working it relentlessly, forcing Adam higher on his toes. He pressed a third finger in, stretching and twisting and nailing that spot again and again.

“Oh. Oh. Oh. Master. Fuck. Fuck!”

“You ready for the plug, boy?”

“Oh, fuck. Gonna make me come. Master, please.”

“No coming again without permission.” He slid his fingers away and lubed up the plug.

Adam’s hips rolled, bucking, fucking the air. He let the man’s own movements pull in the plug. Adam moaned, fucking himself on the thick plug, motions almost desperate. Grabbing the cock ring, Matt quickly wrapped it around the base of Adam’s cock, and around his balls. Adam whimpered, shoulders rolling.

He raked his fingernails down Adam’s back on either side of his spine.

“Master!”

He saw Adam’s ass clench.

“That’s right.” He soothed the touch with the pads of his fingers. The air seemed filled with hunger, desperation. “Your need is stunning.”

“Please.”

“You’re perfect, just like this.” Ass plugged, cock bound, body his for the taking. And wanting. Matt loved it, how Adam was learning to want him.

He helped Adam straighten and turned him around to bring their mouths together. Adam slammed up against him, rubbing the bound cock against him. He grabbed hold of Adam’s hips, holding him in place.

“We’re going home now.”

“Home.” Adam was wild, Matt could see it.

“Yes.” He went to Adam’s chest of drawers and pulled out a pair of his soft yoga pants. Matt caught his breath when he turned back around.

Erect, flushed, eyes wild -- Adam was beautiful.

Matt passed the yoga pants over. “Put these on and we’ll make a break for the car. Get home.”

Adam nodded, hands shaking a bit. Adam moaned as he slipped the pants on.

“No shirt.” Matt slid his fingers along Adam’s neck. “If you had a collar, I’d lead you out to the car by it.”

The full body shudder made him feel ten feet tall. Once Adam had decided to submit, the man offered him every sensation.

He got dressed quickly, then grabbed his bag in one hand and Adam’s hand in the other, leading the man out. When they opened the door, Adam’s phone was vibrating on the table.