Burning Bright (7 page)

Neal sat back. “We have three pro tops. You met Cleo. There’s also Craig.”

“I saw him when I was here with Marty and Vince. He’s hot.”

Neal smirked. “I’ll tell him you said that. He might want to top you, you say that…”

Sasha’s cock twitched. Many of the photos in the gallery featured Craig and he looked as good nude as he did in clothes. “I might let him.”

Neal cocked an eyebrow. “I might
not
let him.”

How
the hell did the big man figure out where all his buttons were? “Tease…”

Neal lifted his finger into his mouth and sucked on it while watching Sasha. His cheeks worked at it, the muscles pumping, and Sasha started to pant. Neal stopped and leaned forward. “
That’s
being a tease.”

Sasha’s eyes widened. “You win.”

“Good.” Neal sat back. “Shall we continue the tour?”

Sasha finished his tea. “Sure.”

Neal set their glasses in the sink. The double bar’s polished black lacquer top gleamed and the beaten metal inlaid on the fronts caught the light of the blue neon around it. Neal led the way back around the huge staircase in the middle of the floor. Behind the staircase was an area that Sasha only got glimpses of the other night because of the crowd. That, and Vince and Marty’s kink didn’t extend too far. An open play area beckoned. Three St. Andrew’s Crosses waited, empty, and two black iron cages were tucked behind the huge stairwell.

The top stopped and gestured to a closed door with a keypad. “We added three private playrooms back there for members, and a quiet room too.”

“What for?”

Neal shrugged. “In case a bottom freaks out or something. We don’t have to use it very often, but it happens sometimes if a scene gets too intense.”

Neal circled the stairwell and Sasha paced at his heels, refusing to let the Crosses distract him. The bigger man stopped in front of one of the public rooms. A playroom, visible through wrought-iron bars, sat behind several low couches. The gate, like a jail-cell door, stood open and Sasha eyed a spanking bench and swing. His cock twitched even as he glanced around behind him. That kid left, but…

Neal repositioned the door against the bars, fully opened. “This one’s semi-private. The gate can close so nobody can interfere and get too close, but still gives the thrill of voyeurism, or the safely of others close by.”

“Is this Playroom One?”

Neal shook his head and jerked it to the left. “That one is. It’s the biggest. I wouldn’t distract you with the worry that somebody could walk in on us. And I don’t want interruptions.”

Sasha shivered from the wicked look on the Dom’s face. He silently seconded that idea.

Neal opened the playroom using a keypad and Sasha stepped in, looking around with interest. If he told Neal to design his dream dungeon, it would look like this. Halogen spots on undulating fixtures crawled across the ceiling, strategically lighting the play furniture and parts of the floor.

He stopped inside the door with a growing hard-on. Neal closed the door and grinned at him.

“This is my playroom where I take clients.”

“It’s perfect.”

A large metal square stood near the back wall, with hookups for restraints all around the edges. A bondage table, like a massage table only larger and with rings placed strategically around the perimeter, sat next to it. A St. Andrew’s cross loomed along the right wall and a heavy ring in the ceiling could be used for all sorts of things. A spanking bench stood in the corner, set up so the ass of the bottom would face the room. It sat on a slight pedestal so the top could fuck the bottom, if he wanted to.

Sasha’s cock twitched again, his erection pressing against the cock ring.

“Seriously, Neal. This is awesome.”

Neal grinned, clearly pleased.

“Do you have a toy chest?”

Neal walked to a cabinet, floor to ceiling doors the same black lacquer as the rest of the furniture. Neat rows of floggers, successively larger, hung from hooks. A large box of condoms sat next to skin cleanser and a rack of dildos, scrotum weights and nipple clamps.

Neal selected a flogger and Sasha resisted the urge to drop to his hands and knees.

“What’s your pain tolerance?” Neal asked.

“Pretty good. On a scale of one to ten, about an eight. I prefer thud to sting.”

Neal turned and nodded. “What’s your safe word?”

“You know it.”

Neal cocked an eyebrow and stared at him. “You give it to me every time. No exceptions.”

“Lemon.”

Neal caught Sasha’s chin and held his head stationary. “Do you fear me?”

“No.”

“Do you want me to dominate you?”

“Yes.”

“Yes what?”

“Yes, Boss.” His erection ached and he wanted to touch himself.

Neal noted his wriggle. “Touch yourself.”

Sasha nearly popped his button in his scramble to get his fly open. He went to look down and Neal’s hand slid down from his chin to close over his throat. “Eyes on me.”

That nearly brought him by itself. He licked his palm and jacked off, trying to watch Neal’s eyes. He moaned, about to come.

“Stop.”

Sasha froze, panting.

“Now strip. Leave the cock ring on.”

Sasha moved forward but Neal didn’t let go of him, just tightened his fingers warningly. He gaped at him. What, was he psychic? He unbuttoned his shirt and let it fall. Shoes got toed off and kicked aside as he struggled to obey Neal’s orders. His jeans gave him trouble when his rib twinged.

“I need help.”

“The rib?”

“Yeah. I can’t get to my pants.”

Neal didn’t let go of him, but used his free hand to slip his jeans loose. “Raise your foot.” He pulled the pant leg free, then the other one. He kneeled, still pinning Sasha, and sucked his whole length into his mouth. Using very warm fingers, Neal slid the bolo tie on the cock ring tighter. The constriction sent tingles of warmth up and down Sasha’s body.

The bigger man worked at Sasha, his tongue as strong as a hand but softer than anything else. The orgasm built and Neal pulled off with a wet smack.

He cried out, his Adam’s apple bouncing under Neal’s big hand. Neal calmly slid Sasha’s socks off first the left foot, then the right.

“Go stand by the frame,” he ordered.

If
this
was what it was like to have a professional top he’d need to make a
lot
more money, and soon.

Chapter Eight

Well and Truly

Sasha stumbled and Neal caught him, then let him walk. He got to the square wrought-iron frame and waited. Neal instructed Sasha to face the wall and buckled his arms out to the sides, making sure it didn’t yank on his ribs. Neal kicked gently at Sasha’s right foot so he’d spread it wider. The restraints chilled Sasha’s ankles at first, but warmed quickly from his body heat. He watched over his shoulder as Neal selected a flogger.

“Talk to me.” Then Neal hit his ass with the flogger.

“More thud.”

Neal switched out the flogger and Sasha again asked for more thud. Neal walked up to press against Sasha’s back. He bit him on the neck, hard enough to leave a mark. Sasha cried out, pressing against him.

“You are nowhere
near
as soft as you look.”

“Please, Boss.”

“Please what?”

“Beat me like you would a man your size.”

He looked over his shoulder as Neal went back to the cabinet and took down the largest flogger, as wide at the base as Sasha’s wrist. He swung it in a tight circle, fast enough it made a heavy
wump wump
noise in the air. The lashes flared and Neal flicked his wrist. The thud of impact threw Sasha forward in the frame and he leaned back, reaching with his ass.

Neal chuckled. He sucked his fingers into his mouth slowly and then stroked up his ass crack, the moisture on his fingers coating Sasha and making him shiver. “Look at you, all ready.”

“Please,” Sasha begged, voice raspy with need.

Neal needed no further encouragement and set up a steady rhythm along Sasha’s ass and legs. The lashes, avoiding Sasha’s ribs and sides, caused heat to bloom across his skin. Sasha sank into it, the familiar bliss surging over him as his brain whited out.

Neal finished and walked around to his front. Without warning, Neal sucked Sasha’s cock into his mouth and worked Sasha to the brink. The wet cavern of Neal’s mouth surrounded him like silk and Sasha wanted it to never end. As before, Neal pulled off right before Sasha came. Sasha cried out, writhing against his restraints and reaching for Neal with his hips. Neal ignored him and unclipped his legs, then his hands.

Neal led him over to the barrel, a heavy wooden replica of a fifty-gallon drum. A thick red cushion, velvety and soft, covered the top and extended down the sides for several inches. Ankle restraints clicked into the bottom and Neal stretched him over the top to clip his hands into two rings on the far side. Leather handles gave him something to grip.

Neal squeezed his ass. “You have the perfect ass, you know,” he said conversationally.

“Thank you.”

“How’s your bruising and stuff? Can you lean on your stomach?”

“I think so. It’s mostly the ribs now, my stomach and pelvis are all right.”

Neal stripped, revealing his smooth skin and taut muscles. Sasha started panting and wished he could touch Neal and run his hands up and down that tight body. Neal leaned forward, his cock in the valley of Sasha’s ass, up against Sasha’s balls. He could feel the dot of moisture at its tip.

“I’m going to fuck you ’til you can’t walk straight.”

Sasha’s heart started to pound.

“What’s your safe word?”

Ever the traditionalist. Sasha was half-tempted to change it up each time, but was afraid he’d forget it if he really needed it. Not smart. “Lemon.”

Neal slapped his left ass cheek. “That’s my boy.”

Neal stepped back and unfurled what was fast becoming Sasha’s favorite flogger. This time, Neal used more force with his blows, bouncing Sasha against the barrel. The sensations built toward climax, but Neal paused. He went to the cabinet and pulled out a condom, then filled it with lube. He came over to Sasha and slid it, slowly, over Sasha’s swollen cock. The cold lube made Sasha writhe against Neal’s hand, but Neal wouldn’t let him get any relief and moved with him as he tried to pump. The slick lube moved inside the condom like burying himself in a lover’s ass and Sasha whimpered, desperate now.

Neal finished and released him. The blows started again, heavy and regular. Sasha’s pants became loud moans and he thrust against the velvet of the padding. The condom moved around him like a mouth and he started to come. “Boss!”

“Come for me, baby,” Neal purred, not pausing.

“Please, Boss,” he whispered. “Please don’t stop,” he shouted, spurting so hard his ass clenched and he pressed himself against the barrel.

Neal chuckled and squeezed him, hard, as he took the condom off. He tossed it in a trash can and coated an enormous black butt plug with the slick lube. Sasha relaxed, widening his stance and pushing back with his ass, begging to be penetrated.

“Please, Boss. Fuck me.”

“I am, little man, no worries.”

Neal’s hands pressed the plug into him and Sasha’s breathing deepened, arousal flaring all through his chest and making it hard to see.

As good as it felt, though, he wanted Neal to ride him, not play with him. “Please…”

Neal bent over him. “Please what?”

“I want
you
to fuck me. I want your cock in me, Boss, please.”

Neal chuckled and then unclipped his restraints. He lifted Sasha, carrying him carefully, and laid him on his back on the table. The plug buried inside Sasha rubbed against his prostate and he writhed in Neal’s hands, noises coming out of him but making no sense.

“You want that, do you?” Neal’s voice tickled his ear.

“Yeah,” Sasha gasped, the sound pushed out of him by the toy buried inside him.

“Not yet.” His hand wrapped around Sasha’s cock. “I’m not done with you yet. You wanted to see what a session is like. I want you
blind
.” His hand pumped, squeezing the skin so tightly as to be this side of pain.

“Oh Gods,” Sasha panted over and over. He tried to catch his breath but couldn’t speak around his arousal. He started to sit up but Neal’s other hand circled his throat tight enough to hold him flat but not enough to choke him.

Sasha’s orgasm built from the backs of his thighs, but before he started to come, Neal let go of him. He arched his back and screamed, sensations almost like pain shooting through him. He’d read about the technique, about how Tantric practitioners used it to heighten the orgasm, but he’d never been patient enough to try it.

Damn, though, those Indians knew how to fuck.

He collapsed against the table, blinking through tears of exertion and trying to think. Neal’s hands cupped his ass and massaged, moving the toy deep inside him. His breath sounded almost like sobs as Neal moved his body, but he couldn’t form words.

Maybe if he turned the tables… He cracked his eyes open and Neal’s cock bobbed next to him. He rolled onto his side, the toy inside him firing all his nerve receptors, and dove onto Neal’s cock with his mouth. The length fooled him and went partway down his throat, and Neal grunted when it happened.

“You think you’re going to distract me, huh?” Neal murmured with a chuckle. “I don’t know about that. You’re a good little bottom.”

Yeah, but not
that
easy to read. He only
looked
small and helpless. He wrapped his hand around Neal’s shaft and used his other hand to cup his smooth balls, shaved like Sasha’s own. He didn’t yet know how hard Neal liked it, whether he liked it rough or wanted gentle and sweet. His instinct said hard. He squeezed the length in his mouth with his lips and Neal’s hands buried themselves in his hair.

Hard it was, then.

He set up a steady movement, bouncing up and down with abandon. Neal stroked his back and shoulders as he lay on his side on the table, low moans coming out of him that inflamed Sasha. Neal’s hips pumped in time to Sasha’s movements. Bending over Sasha’s back, Neal slid warm palms all the way along Sasha’s body to cup his ass.