Ultimate Desire

Ultimate Desire

Jodi Olson’s Desire Series: 3

By

Jodi Olson

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Ultimate Desire

Jodi Olson’s Desire Series: 3

Copyright © 2012 Jodi Olson

 ISBN 978-1-935757-81-8

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Thanks to Missy Martine for all her help on editing and reading over my books. Also big thanks to my friend Dawne for being supportive.

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Jodi

A Case of Desire

Lucas Jenkins worked during the day as a corporate lawyer in the small town of Dalton, MN. In the evenings the litigator became a submissive to his lover of one year. For the last two months his nights were spent at the office working on several cases at the same time. His fifty-five year old law partner Bruce, twenty years his senior, mentioned he wanted to retire in five years. Then, two months ago, Lucas noticed more cases being given to him, and Bruce coming in less and less.

He wanted to enjoy at least
one
stress-free weekend while spending time serving his Master. Today was to be an anniversary of sorts. It was significant for Lucas anyway, though he didn’t think Mitch would remember. Spilled coffee, a wet shirt; and the best blow job
ever
, even if it was in the coffee shop bathroom. He had no idea at the time that one encounter would change everything in his life. Lucas had never been in a relationship that lasted this long before. One relationship lasted six months, others only a month, if that.

Tonight Mitch had meetings that would keep him out until eight. That gave Lucas plenty of time to pick up his Master’s favorite shrimp dish from the restaurant around the corner, get showered and get in the playroom before Mitch arrived. The beginning of a smile tipped the corners of his mouth. It was the first time in two months Lucas would be home before midnight. He knew being a corporate lawyer, and even someday presiding over his own firm, meant long hours, and Mitch seemed okay with it…until recently.

Lucas started noticing changes in Mitch the last few weeks. The morning kisses were pretty much nonexistent or perfunctory. So was the sexting; and phone calls to his office telling him Mitch loved him. God, he hoped tonight his Master would be pleased with him.

The last three days he had been working on the Wilder Toys contract and it was almost finished. One more hour should wrap it up. If not, he’d work on it first thing in the morning. It took him a week just to stop laughing every time he put the words Slave Driver Fucking Machine in the contract.
Maybe I should have Master check it out when it comes available. There’s plenty of space in the playroom for it
.

He pictured the playroom and thought about the first time he got caught in the sexy and dangerous place…

It was the first night Mitch brought him back to his place; and Lucas was told he wasn’t allowed in the
locked room
. As soon as Mitch left for a shower, Lucas
had
to go check it out. Mitch didn’t know Lucas possessed a certain facility with locks, a skill from his Uncle, the locksmith. When he entered the room, it scared and excited him all at the same time. On the far wall he noticed several lengths of rope, several whips, chains, paddles and more. He secretly wanted to get caught so Mitch could punish him.

Lucas padded over to the large table on the right side of the room and sat on the cool leather. The beginning of a smile tipped the corners of his mouth as he imagined what it might be like to be restrained, helpless in this wicked room.

“Slaves who can’t follow orders have to be disciplined,” Mitch’s voice rang out from the doorway. “I told you this room was off limits.”

“I only wanted—”

“Quiet,” Mitch commanded, “or I’ll gag that pretty little mouth. Strip!”

Mitch ordered the now naked Lucas to lie down and place his arms above his head. Within minutes Mitch had restrained Lucas to the top of the table. Mitch used another set of ropes to tie his knees to a spreader bar, which was then pulled back toward Lucas’ head, lifting and exposing his now-vulnerable ass.

Before Lucas could think, he felt warm slick hands on his hard cock. A hot ache grew in his throat. The warming gel Mitch had applied to his dick made the blood surge from his fingertips to his toes. Mitch seemed to know what Lucas wanted more than he did himself.

The heat of his Master’s tongue stroking back and forth over his anus sent shivers all over Lucas’s body.
God, it feels so fucking good
. He wanted more, but Mitch withdrew his tongue seconds later and Lucas whimpered.

Lucas waited patiently as Mitch applied the gel to his anus. He wanted Mitch to fuck him fast and hard, but it wasn’t up to him. Lucas was only a slave. He didn’t dare ask his Master for sex. First one, then two fingers slid slowly in and out of Lucas. It was a little overwhelming but he didn’t want Mitch to stop. Lucas let a groan slip past his lips as Mitch continued to push his fingers in further with every stroke. He was close and Mitch must have known it because suddenly his Master’s fingers left him again.

Lucas felt the end of Mitch’s cock press against his anus, opening him further. “Oh, fuck!” He’d never wanted anything more than he wanted Master Mitch’s cock in his ass. He pushed back as his Master pushed further into him. The pressure became so intense he didn’t know how much longer he could wait. The burning sensation increased as his sphincter muscles stretched again. Mitch’s shaft entered him inch by inch until he was full. Lucas grunted, the feeling so intense, so earth shattering. He didn’t want his Master to stop.

Mitch filled him to the hilt, pulling nearly all the way out then pushing back in again several more times.

“Come for me, slave,” Mitch commanded.

Lucas’s thoughts returned to the here and now, and the corporate work that needed to be finished.
Still
, he thought wistfully
if it hadn’t been for the spilled coffee Mitch and I would never have met
. He hoped they’d have lots more anniversaries to come. He had to make things right with his Master. And that would start as soon as Mitch walked through the door.

*****

Mitch Benson felt a terrible tenseness in his body. He dreaded going home to an empty house. Lucas would be working late again just like the last two months. He hated all those hours Lucas was away from him, but he knew going into the relationship the work schedule
. I should be more understanding or I’ll lose Lucas for good
he realized.

Instead of going straight home Mitch decided to go see Lucas at his law office. Tomorrow would mark the anniversary of the day they met. He wanted to take Lucas out to celebrate. Maybe he could suggest they go out to dinner. On the drive to the law office Mitch thought about how they’d met…

He’d had a stressful day of boring and unproductive meetings and unruly clients. He didn’t feel like going home, so he stopped at the local coffee shop and ordered his favorite Irish-Coffee.

Mitch stood off to the side while he waited for his Irish-Coffee. The stranger behind him had just ordered the same. He couldn’t help but stare at the tall, handsome man with the beautifully proportioned body. His profile was sharp and confident. His dark hair was messy from the wind. The tantalizing smell of his after-shave caused Mitch’s dick to strain against his jeans instantly. They already had the same taste in coffee. He wondered what else they had in common.

When the stranger started to walk away, Mitch followed him. Then, the man stopped suddenly and Mitch bumped into him, spilling coffee over the other guy’s shirt. “Man, I’m so sorry, didn’t think you’d stop in the middle of the aisle,” Mitch said.

“If you didn’t have your eyes focused on my ass,” Lucas’s own eyes twinkled as he looked at Mitch, “you would have noticed. Damn, that coffee is hot.”

“Again, I’m sorry. I’ll buy you a new shirt.” Mitch offered his hand, “By the way, my name is Mitch Benson. Give me your address; I’ll send one over tomorrow.”

“Lucas Jenkins. It hasn’t been a good day, so this is just one more thing to go wrong. Try not to spill coffee on anyone else tonight…Mitch. Bye.”

Mitch wanted a taste of Lucas. He felt Lucas might make a great submissive. Mitch felt that Lucas’s corporate look was simply a veneer, and the real sub lurked just beneath. But he wanted the guy hooked first. He wanted to suck and fuck Lucas Jenkins with his tongue. Thank god he didn’t say it out loud, but he came pretty darn close.

He followed Lucas into the men’s room to take what he wanted. Lucas was blotting his shirt with a damp paper towel when Mitch shut and locked the door behind him. He spun Lucas around and pinned him against the cool tile wall. Tongues met and danced. Beneath Mitch’s jeans his cock lengthened, forcing his groin at Lucas, pushing the other man harder against the wall. He heard Lucas groan, and he took a handful of the other man’s hair. “Your dick and mouth are mine. I’ve wanted them since the moment I spotted you in line.”

“A whole five minutes huh?”

“Stop talking and show me what you can do,” Mitch ordered.

Mitch couldn’t help laughing aloud about the memory. After that night in the coffee shop they were inseparable. Finally he pulled up in front of the law firm. Before getting out of his car he noticed all the lights were off.
Where’s Lucas?
He sure hoped his lover was home. Submissives, by their nature, often needed extra care and attention. He would always worry because he loved Lucas. Nothing was going to change that.

*****

Mitch entered the house; and threw his keys on the kitchen counter like always. He spotted the shrimp dinner from his favorite restaurant and smiled. Lucas was home early. Next to the take out was a note.

Master,

I know I haven’t been a very good slave lately. I’m in the playroom waiting on my punishment.

Your slave, Lucas.

Mitch took his time to enjoy his dinner and a beer. He’d make Lucas wait; one of the hardest lessons for a slave was waiting and patience. Finally, he walked down the hall to the playroom, opened the door and found Lucas naked with his head to the floor. Beside his slave was a wooden paddle.

“I see you picked a paddle for me already, slave. I think using a whip on you fits the punishment more.”

“Yes, Master. Should I get the whip instead?”

“No. Stay where you are, slave. I’ll use the paddle first then the whip if I see you need it. I should give you one smack for every time I jerked off thinking about you when I wanted to be fucking you instead.”

“Master, may I ask a question?”

“Yes, slave.”

“How many smacks would that be?” Lucas asked as Mitch bit him on the earlobe.