Strict Consequences (4 page)

Jarvis pressed a kiss to his temple and Garson's knees buckled. Jarvis grasped him around the middle, holding him close and preventing him from falling.

“Can you continue, boy?”

Garson clutched Jarvis' strong arms and held on. “Y-yes, Sir.” He lifted his eyes. “Permission to touch?”

This time, Jarvis' smile was clear. “Permission granted. You're doing so well despite being so scared. I'm very proud of you.”

Garson furrowed his brow, the praise warming him. “You can tell I'm scared?”

“Of course. I see you, Garson. I've been paying careful attention to you ever since we met.”

He wanted to cry. Not let tears fall, but sob. “I'm so sorry.”

Garson arched his eyebrows. “You're sorry that I've been paying attention?”

He shook his head, desperate to get his point across to the one man he thought might genuinely care about him for once. “No, not at all. Thank you for that. I'm sorry that I've been so…closed off. That I never gave you a chance. I've been…unfair.”

“You've been protecting yourself and that's important too. But I hope I can have a chance now to prove myself worthy of such a wonderful sub.”

“What?” He had to be hearing things. He could barely process Jarvis' statement. “You need to prove yourself to
me
?”

Jarvis kissed his forehead. “Never sell yourself short, Garson. Maybe you'll tell me someday what made you believe you don't deserve the best Dom in the world, but I hope to wipe out whatever it is for good. Are you ready for me to make you fly?”

“Yes, Sir. But can I ask for one thing first?”

“Go ahead.”

He sucked in another sharp breath, not sure if he was free-falling into nothing and whether or not he'd survive if he did. “Will you kiss me, Sir?”

Chapter Four

The light in Jarvis' eyes before he took Garson's mouth told him all he needed to know. Jarvis wasn't playing with his emotions. No one had ever looked at him that way before. As Jarvis' tongue pushed past his lips, explored him possessively, Garson let himself go. He accepted each kiss that Jarvis pressed into him before answering back with his own swipes until they were both breathless.

Jarvis gazed down at him with heavy-lidded eyes, his pupils wide. “Exquisite. Your taste. Your lips. Love your sexy mouth.”

“Oh… I… Thank you. You too, Sir. All of it.”

I sound like a dork. What's he going to think?

Jarvis smiled. “It means a lot to me that you would say that. You're a wonderful boy.”

The heat rising to Garson's cheeks let him know that despite the lowered lighting in the dungeon, a blush would be quite obvious.

Jarvis gave him a knowing look, the hint of a smile still on his lips. “Let's begin.”

Garson loosened his hold, only realizing then that his grip on Jarvis had been so strong. “Okay, Sir. I'm ready.”

Jarvis held his shoulders then turned him around. Garson gasped. A sling. He'd never used one before. He licked his lips. There was something about it that seemed so decadent. So obscene. What would Jarvis do to him while he was strapped into it, his legs spread wide?

Jarvis nudged him forward. “I'll tie you in then check to make sure your circulation isn't being cut off before I start anything.”

Garson had already been certain that Jarvis would take the proper precautions, but it occurred to him then that the Dom had always reassured Garson like that whenever they'd scened together. It was becoming clearer than ever that he'd been learning about Jarvis the human being all along, even if he hadn't been aware of it at the time. What he'd believed had been a perfect wall built between them was anything but. Jarvis had simply been himself and he'd been observing Garson, learning him.
Seeing me.

“Let me help you into it. It can be a bit unwieldy and any sub I've worked with has struggled getting into it their first time.”

A bizarre surge of jealousy ran though him at the thought of Jarvis playing with other subs.
And how stupid is that?
Of course Jarvis had other subs. They didn't have an arrangement. They didn't even have each other's phone numbers for fuck's sake. Not only that, but Garson saw other Doms too.
Well. Used to.
He frowned as he tried to remember the last time he'd gone with a Dom other than Jarvis and couldn't recall.
Hmm.

“Keep hanging on to the straps while I bring your legs up then put them in place.” Jarvis manipulated his body, the sensation that he would fall causing Garson's heart to trip-hammer briefly. “That's my good boy. You have great balance, grace. I've never worked with a sub who possessed as much.”

Garson's face heated again. He wasn't sure if he was supposed to respond or if Jarvis was simply speaking offhandedly. He'd never had a session like the one they were sharing. It was almost as if it were their first one and they were learning each other's rhythms and style.

Jarvis continued to strap him in, jamming two fingers in between the spot where he was secured and his skin. The gravity pulling on his suspended body would still cause the straps to constrict him, but if he were bound too tightly everywhere, it could become an issue. But ever since he'd seen a demonstration with the sling at Club Consequence, he'd been dying to try it. His orgasm that night had been more than satisfying.

At last Jarvis had completely restrained him and it was as if he were floating. The sensation was magical, exhilarating.
What would it be like if Jarvis fucked me in it?
He whimpered, his face heating even more. He shouldn't be having those kinds of thoughts. A hot kiss, some affectionate touches—that was one thing. Taking Jarvis' cock up his ass was a whole other.

“How does that feel, boy? Comfortable? You're going to be in there for a while.”

“I like it, Sir. And I'm very comfortable. Thank you.”

“Excellent.”

Jarvis' words were soft as he ran his hand gently down Garson's chest then almost to his navel, stopping before he grazed the flushed tip of Garson's heated erection.

“Your cock and balls are mine tonight. I'll do to them whatever I wish, boy. Once I have them trussed up properly, I'll give you what you've ached for all evening. What you were searching for when you came to the club on a night other than Friday.” Jarvis leaned closer, bending down to speak next to Garson's ear. “I'll take you out of your head and send you soaring so high you'll wonder if you'll ever come down again.”

All Garson could do was gape at Jarvis. A sexual charge electrified the air between them, the brief glimpses of attraction from their previous sessions obliterated by the raw lust he now saw in Jarvis' eyes.

“Sir.”

The word had fallen from his lips as a whisper. Garson didn't know what he was doing anymore. He wasn't even sure he cared.

Jarvis raked his body with his gaze then lifted his eyes to meet Garson's again. There was the hint of a smile at the corner of his mouth and Garson could tell his Dom was pleased.

Master. Alan never let me call him that. Maybe one day Jarvis will…

He pressed his lips together again, wondering how a simple trip to the club for a quick scene had turned into something so far removed from his carefully guarded and controlled world. It was unbelievable. Since he'd already gone so far, he decided he might as well opt for the free fall. A voice inside told him that Jarvis would be there to catch him.

Garson tracked Jarvis' movements around the large room. The built-in cabinets lining one wall were impressive. Each time Jarvis opened a drawer or cabinet door, another group of toys, bondage items or dildos was revealed. Perpendicular to that wall was a large antique mahogany armoire. When Jarvis opened it, Garson finally had a view of Jarvis' whip, flogger and paddle collection.

The varied floggers—some with heavy and thick tails, others thinner and shorter, yet others with knots or what looked like silver spikes at the end—all hung along the rod that took up half of the closet. The whips, also of various thicknesses, were carefully coiled and mounted on the back panel of the other half of the armoire. The paddles—long, thin, oval, solid or drilled—hung from their handles on the inside of the doors.

He was impressed. Jarvis was right. It was the best outfitted playroom he'd ever seen.

As Jarvis gathered several items then laid them on a padded bench to the foot of and at the right of where Garson dangled from the ceiling, he worked on keeping his breathing even. It seemed like an awful lot of items for one scene.

“How's my boy doing?”

My.
“Good, Sir. Thank you for checking on me.”

Jarvis smiled. “I always will, Garson. If you'll let me, that is.”

He turned back to the objects on the bench, leaving Garson to absorb the meaning of his words. Garson blinked rapidly, swallowing hard.
No obligations. He was simply making me aware of his feelings. That's all.

But it was so much more than that and he damn well knew it. Because he'd had his own emotions toyed with by Alan, he was particularly sensitive to such a thing. It wouldn't be acceptable for him to lead someone else on. Especially someone as good as Jarvis.

Jarvis turned to face him, several short lengths of thinner ropes curled around his hand. In the other, he held up a satin mask, as if to make sure Garson saw it. The ropes were exciting—he knew his cock and balls would be bound, most likely very tight and restrictive. If he was lucky, there would be some torture involved as well. All of those scenarios were more than acceptable to him.

The mask, however, had always been on the hard limit list.
Like so many other things this evening.

“Permission to speak, Sir.”

“Go ahead.”

“I trust you, and I know you're aware of my limits already. But before I give my consent, can I ask why?”

“In this case, yes. I don't think I've ever been more proud of a sub in my life. You've allowed me to push so many of your boundaries tonight and I'm incredibly honored by that.” Jarvis moved closer. “I meant it when I said I want to make you fly higher than ever before. If you actually do trust me, then let me give you the chance to really feel your body, to embrace your sensuality. You're a sexual, wanton being and I'm aching to witness you give yourself over to your true self.”

“Y-you… That's how you think of me?”

One corner of Jarvis' mouth curled up. “Oh yes. And I've thought about you a lot.”

Garson's breath hitched and he gave a quick, jerky nod. “Okay. You can use the mask.”

The joy in Jarvis' expression was clear, his eyes bright, his smile wide. As he leaned over to place the satin covering on Garson, he whispered next to his ear, “So brave. You're making me unbelievably hard.”

He tensed the moment the light disappeared.

“Deep, steady breaths. You're safe with me. I won't leave you, boy. I'm right here.”

Garson started, then exhaled at the weight of Jarvis' warm palm on his belly.

“Good boy.” Jarvis rubbed his torso with slow circles. “That's it.” He continued the rhythmic motion until Garson had his breathing under control again. “I'm binding your genitals now. You can expect my touch there.”

It was amazing. The sensation of Jarvis' fingers manipulating his dick and sac was unreal. Sharper. The way the ropes cut into his swelling nuts as Jarvis wrapped them tightly then secured his hard length from base to head had never been as intense. The heat in his imprisoned genitals built, the throb pulsing against the bindings. A groaning sigh fell from his mouth.

“Mmm. My boy likes that.”

Garson yelped at the harsh tug on the end of the rope, the momentary pull on his cock head and balls startling and painful. “Yesss…”

“We're only at the beginning, boy. Make as much noise as you like. I want to hear all of it, know that I'm the one who makes you fall apart.”

Beads of sweat built on Garson's upper lip, at his hairline. “C-can't. Not safe.”

Jesus. I'm babbling.

The feel of Jarvis running his hand over the top of Garson's head as he wiped the sweat away drew him to push into the touch. He wanted more. His heart hammered as he whimpered, no longer sure that being closed off from his emotions meant he
was
safe. If anything, it simply meant that he was alone and without care.

“Oh… God.” Tears welled in his eyes and he couldn't have stopped their fall if he'd tried. “Please don't tease me. Don't do this then tell me it meant nothing.”

The press of Jarvis' lips on his forehead as he continued to stroke his hair pushed more tears from him. “This means everything to me, boy. I brought you here in the hopes it might be the same for you.”

His voice cracked. “Is it too much to ask for another kiss, Sir?”

He hated how needy he sounded, but more than that, he needed some reassurance.

“It would be my pleasure.”

Jarvis took his mouth, not hesitating to plunge inside and explore thoroughly. Yet, while the kiss was claiming, possessive, it was also…
Loving?

Garson kissed back with everything he had. He pushed his tongue past Jarvis' lips, their exchange heating. The moment was all about their connection. Nothing else mattered. Garson couldn't embrace Jarvis, couldn't touch him while held in the arms of the sling, but he could reach for him through this one joining.

Their movements became more languid until they slowed to a halt and Jarvis broke their connection. His stomach clenched.

“I could do that with you forever, boy. However, I have some wonderful plans for tonight and I know how much you need what I'm about to give.”

Jarvis yanked his cock again, but the pull was stronger than before and didn't stop. He gritted his teeth. At the point where Garson thought his dick and sac might be ripped from his body, the leaking head of his erection enveloped in a satisfying sensation of ache and burn, Jarvis paused. With one quick tug, he was anchored to something above his body, the stretch unrelenting.

Garson clenched his fists, his toes curling. The CBT he'd experienced in the past had been good. Very good. But with his body held aloft as though he floated on air and his genitals attached as if he hung from them—he thought he'd come from that alone.

Jarvis trailed his fingertips along Garson's skin, only briefly leaving him without touch as he undoubtedly prepared for the next step of Garson's torture. Jarvis used the roughened pads of his fingers to pinch one nipple. He toyed with the little nub of flesh, twisting and pulling, then before Garson had a chance to take a breath, a metal clamp with sharp teeth latched on to his tit.

He let out a gasp. It was so fucking good. The other one begged for attention, tightening in anticipation. Garson wanted to cry out that it was ready, to instruct Jarvis that he didn't need to prep it more, but knew better than to say anything. Jarvis teased and tormented his nipple, Garson releasing a yell when the bite of the second clamp hit him.

Jarvis paused, laying his palm on Garson's head as if allowing him the chance to adjust to the assault on his body. After a few moments, Jarvis flicked the clamps and Garson struggled in his binds, making the sling sway. The pull on his cock and sac was delicious, the air wafting past his exposed hole a reminder of how vulnerable he was with his legs spread wide in the hanging apparatus.

Please fuck me.

He'd never allowed it before. Alan was the only one who'd ever had him that way. Like so many other hard limits that'd been obliterated during his evening with Jarvis, he found himself allowing his need for Jarvis to wash over him. He wanted to experience the thick girth of Jarvis' cock, to know what it was like as the Dom filled and stretched his ass with the ample length, give himself over to Jarvis completely as he pounded into him.