The Millionaire's Mistake (6 page)

“Do you remember when you begged me to shave your head, boy? Back at the beginning, when we were first starting, to prove yourself to me?” Then it had been symbolic. AW wouldn’t do that now, but the memory of that scene was enough to make them both moan. “You’ll ask again, Reid. Or for something else just as radical. To prove that you trust me again.”

He took Reid’s hands, walking backward.

“I won’t. I won’t.” That was just words, not at all how Reid felt, which was evident in the way Reid followed him.

God, he loved how Reid walked with the cock ring on. The little penis plug attached to it filled that long cock up and he knew the plug in Reid’s ass was driving his lover crazy.

“You will. Because this time, I’m not running away when it looks like it’s going to take work.”

“Take this thing off?” Reid asked again.

“After I’ve waxed your pubes.”

They moved to the bathroom where there was a bench for Reid to lie on by the tub. It was amazing what you could have customized when you had money.

“It would be easier without this contraption…” Reid wheedled.

“I’ll pull the ones I can’t get out with tweezers.”

“Bastard.”

“That’s six, baby boy. I will wait for the cock ring and penis plug to come off before I start slapping your prick, though.”

Reid moaned, shaking his head as AW eased him down.

The bench was padded, but it was still no doubt hard against Reid’s plugged ass. He made Reid sit rather than lie down while he turned the heat up in the room and began to gather the things he’d need. The sweet ass had worn his stripes early this morning when he’d cleaned Reid out. Now it would be bruised, aching.

He kept an eye on Reid as he turned on the electric warmer that would hold and melt the wax, watching his boy try not to wriggle.

“Why haven’t you pierced your nipples, boy?”

“What?”

“It was something you always wanted.” Reid had begged him for it, but he’d been holding it out as an eventual reward.

“I told you, I went vanilla. Hand jobs, dinner parties, gallery openings.”

“God, weren’t you bored out of your mind?” Walt couldn’t believe Reid had enjoyed denying himself totally like that. His Reid was a fucking kinkster, through and through.

“I was hurt and angry. I thought I was someone special and found out I wasn’t.”

AW set the wax in the machine, made sure his preparations were all done, then went over to Reid. Standing between his boy’s legs, he took Reid’s face in his hands. “No. You were—you are—someone special. I was the spoiled brat who didn’t know what he had and lost it—no, I threw it away.”

Reid’s eyes searched his, so serious, so dark. “And what are you now, Walt? What do you want now?”

“I’m older now and more mature. I’m probably still spoiled, but I know better than to throw away the man I love because it’s not easy. I don’t want easy, Reid. I want you. I love you. And I’m willing to work to prove it. I’m
going
to prove it to you, even if it takes the rest of our lives.”

“I want to believe you, more than anything.”

“Someday you will. I’m not going anywhere.” It was a promise and he sealed it with a kiss.

Reid’s hand stroked his cheek, the kiss starting softly, but gaining in intensity. He pressed closer, his jeans rubbing on Reid’s bound and pierced cock. He knew that had to be maddening, absolutely crazy-making. So he kept doing it, one hand sliding down to pinch at Reid’s nipple. It definitely needed a ring, maybe two on this one and only one on the other.

He had so many ideas, so many plans. So very many ways to keep Reid occupied and needy. To remind his boy exactly what and who Reid was.

He rubbed his fingers along Reid’s spine. Reid’s hips rolled, but only once, the motion making Reid moan.

He slowly ended the kiss, tugging on Reid’s lower lip. “We’ll kiss more later. It’s time to wax you smooth.” He tugged on Reid’s pubes.

“Fine. This crazy thing has probably half plucked me bald anyway.”

“Nope.” He tugged Reid’s little hairs again. “Not half plucked bald. Not even a quarter plucked bald.”

“I don’t believe it.”

“Feel for yourself.” He tugged again, then took Reid’s hand and brought it down to touch his own pubes.

Reid’s eyes rolled, but he touched, stroking that poor, trapped, half-hard cock.

“Keep touching, I’ll get the wax.”

“Keep touching? Are you ill?” Reid didn’t stop, though, fingers clearly trying to ease the ache.

“Nope, nothing wrong with me. You’re a little hot under the collar, though.” He gave Reid a grin.

“More than a little, Walt.”

“One more.” He rubbed his hands in glee.

“God
damn
it!”

Chuckling, AW helped Reid lie down on the bench. “Spread your legs just a bit for me. So I can do your balls too.”

Reid’s eyes went wide, but his boy didn’t argue. Verbally.

“I said spread your legs, baby boy.” He slapped Reid’s thigh.

Reid spread, very slowly, his legs dangling over the edge of the bench.

“That’s better.” AW ran his hands up along the insides of Reid’s thighs.

Reid licked his lips, cock trying to fill.

AW patted it gently, getting mostly the rings, but also a bit of hot flesh. “Soon. Wax first.” Checking the wax, he was pleased to see it was ready.

“You’re going to trim first, right?” Reid just couldn’t stop pushing, he never had been able to.

“This is waxing, not shaving. I don’t need to trim.”

“You could just…” Reid began, but AW was already on the job.

He laid down a stripe of the hot wax, then grabbed a piece of cloth to lay over it. Now there would be no arguments about what he could or should do. It was done. Grinning, he waggled his eyebrows.

“Now.” And he pulled the cloth off.

“Fuck!”

“No cursing, boy. That’s one crop right on your hole.” God, this was fun.

He could fuck Reid’s hole with the crop once he was done with the punishment too. He’d have to slide the plug out to wax the tiny hole, to make it sensitive. He’d take the whole thing off at that point, rub the aftercare skin cream in all over. Reid was going to love it.

AW laid down the next strip of wax slowly, making it last. Before pulling, he slid his finger along the newly smooth skin next to the wax and cloth covered section.

Reid’s lips opened, tongue flicking out to wet them.

“Ready?” Smiling, AW pulled away the cloth.

Reid grunted, teeth clacking together. Damn it. AW had been hoping for another curse word.

On the third cloth, he didn’t give Reid any warning, just yanked it off.

“Motherfucker! Burns!”

“That’s two.” That made him so happy—he was hoping there’d be more cussing. Lots more.

“Let me wax you and see if you don’t cuss.” Reid could pout when he wanted to.

“That’s not how this works.”

AW laid down the last line of wax along Reid’s pubes. Toes curling, Reid tensed. AW rubbed the new smooth skin again, waiting until Reid’s toes uncurled before yanking off the cloth.

“I fucking hate you! That’s enough. Plenty.”

“I’m counting that as swearing.” And he couldn’t wait to start on the sweet ball sac.

He poured wax on the right one, letting the thick, hot liquid drip slowly.

“No. No. No…” Reid shook his head over an over.

“Oh, yes, yes, yes.” AW yanked the cloth off in one fell swoop.

As Reid screamed, he did the underside, moving fast. Boom, boom, boom, boom. Those sweet balls were clean with minimal extra fuss.

“Time to do your hole.”

“You can’t. You can’t. The plug.” Reid was sweating, breathing hard.

“I’ll take it out.” That had been his plan, after all.

He started opening the chastity device. He worked the hex nut at the tip off, and gently removed the sound, then the cock cage and the ring at the base, letting the plug dangle. “Don’t let it fall, boy.” He knew it was heavier now with the rest of the device hanging from it.

He tugged on the weight on the piercing ring in Reid’s cock. Reid’s legs tried to close, to keep him out.

“What are you doing?” He removed the weight from the PA and gave Reid’s cock a slap.

“Hey! I didn’t fuck up!”

“I owe you six. Now it’s five.” Plus two with the crop to that needy hole. “Let’s get that plug out so I can wax.”

“Please. It’s heavy.” Reid was finally agreeing with his plan.

“That was the point.” AW tugged on the base of the plug but didn’t pull it right out. It
was
big—fat and unforgiving and he wanted to play. “Turn over.”

When Reid groaned, he gave Reid’s pretty cock another slap.

“Stop it!” Reid demanded.

“So turn over.” It was simple.

Reid turned and AW imagined the pressure coming off that bruised ass felt amazing.

“God, you’re fucking stunning.” He ran a finger across Reid’s ass. The stripes were deep, visible. Perfect.

He rolled the plug, then lubed that sweet hole before slowly pulling the plug out to its widest point. The he twisted it and pushed it back in. Reid’s hands wrapped around the legs of the bench, his hips rolling.

“Oh, no, there will be no coming,” Walt warned.

Reid groaned, wriggling on the bench.

AW snapped his fingers over Reid’s balls. “Stay still.”

“Sir!”

“Good job.” He fucked Reid a few times with the plug, pleased that Reid had remembered. Then he pulled the plug back again, letting the ring rock. “No coming,” he reminded Reid, fucking Reid with the plug, hitting his gland hard.

Reid tightened up almost going on tiptoe, groin lifting from the bench. AW pulled the plug right out, setting it in the sink.

That sweet, pink hole begged for attention, but first, he had to get rid of all those tiny hairs, make his boy burn. He carefully wiped the slippery lube from the wrinkled little hole, then grabbed the wax back from the heating unit and began to let it drip over Reid’s hole.

“Oh. Oh, God. Hot.”

“Fucking hot.” AW’s cock was pushing so hard against his zipper.

Drip. Drip. Drip. He laid down a thin layer of wax, then the cloth. Then he placed his hand on the small of Reid’s back and, rip!

Reid’s scream made him shudder, his prick throbbing in his pants.

“Oh, fuck. Fuck. Oh…” Reid whimpered and moaned.

AW ran his finger over Reid’s hole. “I think you need another go with the wax.”

“Oh, God…” Reid lifted himself from the bench.

AW pushed down him back down. “Stay.”

When he was sure Reid was going to obey, he picked up the wax bowl again.

“Reach back, boy. Hold yourself open for me.”

Reid moaned, the sound hungry, hysterical.

“Do it now or I’ll have to get the crop out.” He knew how much Reid craved this, how much he needed it. He growled softly and, finally, Reid reached back, holding his abused ass cheeks open. “Good boy. You’ll keep them spread.”

He started dripping the hot wax on Reid’s hole, one little drop at a time. Every drop got him a little shudder, a grunt. He blew against Reid’s hole, knowing the area where the wax was wouldn’t feel it. Reid jerked, body fucking the air.

“Sexy fucking man.”

“Please.”

“Soon,” he promised.

He poured more wax, this time placing the cloth on it before it dried so he could remove the rest of the hair. Reid pushed up, shaking his head, swallowing hard. AW ripped off the cloth, Reid screaming for him again. Those fingers, though, they didn’t move, instead holding Reid open.

Leaning in, AW licked over Reid’s hole and the smooth, smooth skin around it. Reid took one hitching breath after another, the sounds nearly sobs. Pointing his tongue, he pushed it into Reid’s sweet little hole.

Reid rocked back, then pulled forward as AW’s face pressed against the bruised ass. It was a lovely conundrum and he pressed his tongue a little deeper, encouraging Reid to rock back again. Reid was caught—pleasure offered pain, over and over.

He kept reaching for the pleasure, though and AW smiled. That was his needy pain slut. He’d never needed anyone like he needed Reid.

“You ready for the crop, baby boy?” The crop, then his cock.

Reid shook his head.

“No? Are you sure you want me to come up with something else before the crop?”

“No! No!” Oh, that was panic.

“Shh. Shh.” He patted Reid’s ass softly.

Bending, he grabbed the crop. Rolling it on Reid’s ass, he let his lover feel it. Reid stiffened, head shaking.

“Two hits to your hole. Then I’m going to fuck you with it, get you ready for my cock.”

Reid nodded for him, sucking in air.

He didn’t give Reid any other warning, slapping the end of the crop over Reid’s hole. Reid’s ass clenched, but those fingers didn’t let go, kept Reid’s ass cheeks apart. AW gave Reid the second slap with the crop.

Then he slicked the end of the crop itself up. Reid moaned, fingers relaxing.

“I didn’t say you could stop holding yourself open for me.”

“I’m stretching.”

“Uh-huh.” He slapped the crop across Reid’s right cheek. His baby boy knew damn well that such things were allowed—if Reid asked for permission first. So many bad habits had been picked back up in the last five years. It was his own fault, but that didn’t mean he wasn’t prepared to punish Reid as needed.

AW placed a kiss where he’d hit, and then pressed the tip of the lubed crop at Reid’s hole. Reid’s sweet, swollen hole clenched, trying to deny him. He slapped at the little wrinkled bit of flesh with the crop again. Moaning, Reid shifted his legs, so AW swatted again and again, not hard, but enough to feel.

“You’ll let me in or I’ll keep swatting your hole.”

“How the fuck can you know when you’re hitting me?”

“I can see how tightly you’re clenching.” The next hit was sharp, hard. “No. Cursing.”

He lubed the end of the crop up again, trying for another go into Reid’s sweet ass. This time Reid submitted, body letting him in. Groaning, he pushed about three inches of the crop in. Reid gripped, ass tightening.

“Feel that, baby boy? Hard and unyielding but thin.” He tugged it almost out, then pushed it back in again.

Reid keened, rocked back toward him. He moved with Reid, fucking him with the crop, watching the black disappear into Reid’s ass over and over. His cock ached, desperate to bury inside that hot little hole. He made himself wait, though. Made them both wait.