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"Not too much, though. Just enough." Enough to
blow others away, to put him front and center in Greg's
mind.
"Just enough. I need. I need."
"I know. I won't leave you wanting. Not for more
than a day or so anyway." He nuzzled into Greg's neck
and then grabbed the soap and slicked it between his
hands.
He loved the soft moan that he got when Greg
processed what he said.
Mouth still on Greg's neck, he slid his soapy hands
over his lover's body, touching so many places, every
place. He cleaned the tight little ring of muscles
guarding Greg's body, the soap leaving his fingers slick.
He slipped one in, unable to resist the tight heat. Slick,
smooth, and the touch made Greg pant. Perfect.
He pushed his finger in to the second knuckle and
then reached for the shampoo. Which Greg wasn't going
to need for a while, so why not use it to ease the way for
his fingers? He'd have to stock lube in here from now
on. Who knew when he'd let his boy not be so bare
again? He smiled as he slicked his fingers again.
"What are you doing?"
"Gonna open you up."
"Oh." That sweet hole jerked under his touch.
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"That's right." He teased his fingers around it, then
pushed the tips in.
Greg's body shivered, so beautifully, cock bobbing.
"So sexy like this. Stunning." He pushed his fingers
in deeper. Greg propped one leg up on the side of the
tub, spreading. "Yes." He pushed his fingers even
deeper, searching for that little spot that would drive
Greg crazy.
When he found it, Greg cried out, bucked.
"That's my boy." He hit the same spot a few more
times. Greg's muscles tensed, and he could feel the man
about to move. "You're not going anywhere." No
moving, no running, Greg was his and was staying right
here.
"I."
He worked that sweet spot, held on tight. He bit
Greg's earlobe and murmured. "You are allowed to
come, though."
"I...You're everywhere."
"Yes." He was. Greg couldn't escape him. That was
exactly what his boy needed.
He kept pegging Greg's gland. "You can come for
me, boy."
"I. Yes. I need. But--" Greg's ass tightened, the scars
on the broad back pale as the rest of the skin flushed red.
"But what, Greg?" He pushed his fingers in
insistently.
"I... Fuck. Fuck, it's so big!"
"Good. I want it to be big. I want it to be everything."
He wanted to be the only one in Greg's mind right now.
"Help me."
"I'm right here, babe. And I'm not going anywhere."
Greg nodded, leaned into him, pushed into his hand.
"Come for me. From just my fingers."
"Just you..." Greg's hole spasmed, clenched around
his fingers, then spunk sprayed from his naked boy.
"Yes. Oh, Greg. So fucking good." He kept touching,
kept stroking that tiny gland, kept his boy's focus right
there. "Whose are you, boy?"
"Y...yours. Yours."
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"That's right. All mine." He hit Greg's gland again.
Greg whimpered, hands slapping against the tile. He
latched onto Greg's neck, sucking up a lurid mark. One
with nothing at all to hide it. He scraped his teeth over it,
as a sort of icing on the cake. That sweet ass gripped his
fingers.
He noticed Greg's cock hadn't gone down in the
slightest. "My needy, stunning boy."
Now it was time for the playroom. Time to play hard.
Together.
Finally.
Fingers slipping from Greg's body, he started them
down that path.
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Chapter Eight
Ap led Greg down the hall to a door they hadn't been
through before. Greg followed, because he simply
couldn't think. All he could do was feel.
The room was large and bright, sun shining in
through the many frosted windows. There was a bed,
padded benches at several heights, and a huge armoire,
door closed at the moment. It was warm, soothing, a
huge contrast from Tim's stark, industrial dungeon.
"You like what you see?" Ap's voice was like that,
too, surrounding him in warmth where so many Masters
had been cold.
"It's warm. Comfortable." Could a place like this
bring comfort?
Ap nodded. "Yes. Good. We'll start with you on the
thigh high bench."
"What do you want me to do?"
"I want you to lie on the bench on your stomach.
We're going to play. Hard." He stroked Greg's cheek --
Greg's smooth cheek.
He moaned, rubbed into the touch. "Yeah. Okay. I
can do that."
"Yes, you can." The swat to his ass made him jump,
move. "That was for the 'okay'. You know what a riding
crop is, boy?"
"I do." He had felt one before.
Once he'd climbed on the table, Ap helped him lie on
his stomach, hands warm on his skin.
"Did you like it?"
"It was a punishment for fucking up."
"This isn't going to be a punishment. This is to fly, to
see if we can't find your subspace." Ap's hands moved
over him, touching his back, his neck, his ass and legs,
touching him everywhere.
His skin was incredibly sensitive, burning, tingling,
and he fought the urge to move.
"You're stunning like this, boy."
He whimpered softly. "Thank you."
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A soft kiss landed on his ass, Ap's lips hot. He almost
sobbed, that tiny touch so loving, so gentle.
Then Ap patted his other ass cheek and moved
toward the wardrobe. "I'm just getting the crop. I'll be
right back with you in a second."
It was so quiet. So still. He could hear every move
Ap made. The man didn't leave him hanging there in the
quiet, either.
"One of the reasons why I love the crop is because
it's leather. I do love the way it smells." Ap's voice
poured over him, helped him relax.
Then the man was back by the bench he lay on, body
warm as Ap stood near him. Ap's fingers settled on the
small of his back, hard, warm, solid.
"Take a few deep breaths. Relax and find your
center."
"Okay. Yeah." He stopped, winced at himself. "I
mean, yes, sir."
A soft smack hit his bottom, hardly enough to feel.
"Nice catch, boy."
"I'm trying. I want to be good." He wanted to be
worthy.
"I know. And that makes me so proud."
The words made Greg's heart hurt, deep inside.
"Now breathe for me, boy. Calm and peaceful while
you wait for the crop." Ap's hand began to move, up and
down his back, guiding his breath. "That's right, boy. In
and out, find a good place."
He wasn't sure he would be able to find a good place,
but he did. The world got quiet and simple for a
moment. He had no clue how long they stayed like that,
Ap's hand along his spine, everything else just gone.
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