Ricochet (43 page)

him on too; his smooth, pretty cock jutted up, hard

and pulsing, yearning for a release that Rick would

make him earn.

"I'm going to fuck you," Rick told him. "But

first, I'm going to play with you - and hurt you."

Matt moaned and closed his eyes, turning his

face sideways.

"No." Rick tapped his head. "You're going to

watch me playing with you, and hurting you, and

fucking you, and all the time you're going to know

you can't stop me. You're completely helpless."

A sheen of sweat broke out on Matt's

forehead, and Rick knew this was another of those

moments when Matt would struggle with his

submission.

"Ssh." He swirled his fingers in the oil again

and ran them over Matt's body gently, knowing that

the words needed to do their work before he could

create too many physical sensations.

He was surprised by how completely sure of

himself he felt right now. He'd never experienced

his own dominance on this level before and yet it

felt so effortless. He felt instinctively in tune with

this sub in front of him, easily able to play the right

tunes on his body and whisper the right words in

his ears to help him experience the sensations he

craved so much.

Matt suddenly convulsed up against his

bondage, fighting it, and Rick could see that the

reality had sunk in. All the other little moments of

submission had been building to this one, when he

really had to face his fears.

"I can't!" Matt yelled. "I'm sorry, Rick, but I

can't. You've got to let me go." He wriggled and

pushed and tried his hardest to get free, but Rick

had been very careful in his preparations, and

there was no way Matt could escape.

"Please!" Matt's body convulsed again, and

Rick could see he was getting frantic. "Please…

you've got to release me, Rick."

He was fighting the bondage so hard that Rick

thought he might hurt himself, so he put his hand on

Matt's head and stroked his hair, trying to get the

wildly flailing sub under control.

"Hey, let go - just fall," Rick told him. "Fall,

Matty, fall. I'll catch you; I promise."

It was the one last defense he had to breach in

order to take Matt down. They were so close, and

they'd both worked so hard; Rick wasn't about to

give up now.

"No! " Matt jerked his head away, his

struggles reaching a crescendo. "No! I can't do it. I

can't. Rick - please!"

He looked at Rick desperately, his blue eyes

achingly vulnerable.

"Ricochet!"

There was silence for a moment. Matt hung

there, sweat running down the side of his face,

fighting his own panic.

"Ricochet," he repeated pathetically, hating

himself. "Please, Rick; I said it."

"I know." Rick swung one long leg over

Matt's body and stood astride him. He leaned

forward, took Matt's head in his hands, and held it

firmly, making Matt look at him. "No safewords,

Matty, remember? You were the one who asked

for that."

"I know I did, but I can't do it, and you said I

could keep my safeword so now I'm using it!" Matt

started to struggle again. "I have to get out. I can't

breathe. I can't…" He pulled on his cuffs

frantically, the panic sweeping through him in

great, rolling waves.

"You've come so far. I'm not going to let you

throw it all away now." Rick placed a hand on his

chest. "Breathe, Matty. Just breathe."

Matt took a wild, gasping intake of breath,

and then another.

"Slower… focus on taking deep breaths."

Matt took another breath, then a fourth… and

a fifth… and a…

"Without counting them," Rick said, a little

smile tugging at the corners of his mouth. "You're

safe here, Matty. There's no rush. Just breathe for a

while."

Matt was confused. He was still flying from

the endorphins, and he wasn't sure who he was and

who Rick was anymore. Was Rick his stern master

right now, or ridiculous Rick who turned up late to

work and got into trouble all the time?

And who was he? Was he sensible Matt, who

liked to date doms who wouldn't surprise him, or

try to take him down, or demand he give up

control… or was he Matthew the slave, who didn't

have a choice in the matter? He didn't know.

"What's going on, Matty?" Rick stroked his

hair gently.

"I don't know. I don't know who we are

anymore… me or you," Matt said desperately.

"Who are we, Rick? I'm confused!"

"Don't think about it. You always think too

much. You need to let yourself feel," Rick said,

and his voice was an anchor, keeping Matt safe. "I

can take you down, I promise. We were almost

there. You just need to trust me a little more."

"I do… but I can't do this. The bondage…"

Matt flung his head back, and a soundless scream

emerged from his throat. "I can't… I know I'm a

coward and a wimp, but I just can't."

"Yes, you can. I believe in you. You just need

to believe in yourself." Rick's green eyes were

deep, dark and sincere, willing Matt to succeed.

"I can't," he repeated, hating himself even

more. "I knew I'd screw this up. I'm just so fucking

useless!"

"What's the worst thing about the bondage?"

Rick asked. "Does it hurt anywhere?" His hands

swiftly checked Matt's wrists. "Does it chafe?"

"No, it's not that. Nothing hurts."

"Then focus on why it frightens you so much."

Rick moved his hands back to Matt's chest where

Matt could feel the oil combining with Rick's

come. It was sticky. Itchy. And he couldn't scratch

it. His hands were immobilized, and he was

helpless.

"I can't touch myself. I can't get free. I'm

not…"

"In control?" Rick raised an amused eyebrow.

"That's a good thing, isn't it? You don't always

have to be so in control all the time, Matty.

Wouldn't it be nice to give that up for once and let

it go?"

"I…" Matt closed his eyes. He wished he

could. He wanted to so much.

"You can do it," Rick urged.

Matt was dimly aware of how lucky he was

to be here with Rick and not going through this

crisis at Fantasia, with some stranger who didn't

care about him.

Rick cared. Rick was a great big anchor,

keeping him grounded. Matt knew that if he opened

his eyes, spoke in his normal voice, and insisted

calmly that he wanted to end this, that Rick would

untie him without any further question. But that

meant he wouldn't get to experience the

culmination of this scene, and he wanted to.

How bad could it be, to really give up

control? Not just to play at it, but to really do it?

"It isn't really about losing control," Rick said

softly. "Because we're way past that. You aren't in

control anymore, so it's about accepting that fact.

Acceptance. That's the key, Matty."

Acceptance.

Matt relaxed tentatively into the sling, feeling

it support his weight. He was safe here, in Rick's

big hands. Nothing bad was going to happen to him

here - only those things he'd fantasized about so

often but had been too scared to surrender himself

to before.

"Acceptance." Matt opened his eyes and

gazed up at Rick.

"Find that sub inside and set him free, Matt.

He's in there, and you're so close. You can find

him," Rick told him firmly.

Matt wondered where Rick's dominant energy

came from. Earlier, he'd been ruthless in his

character as the stern master, but he'd also been

clearly playacting. Now he was Rick again - only

not quite because Matt had never seen him

radiating such a sense of dominance before. This

was a more powerful, persuasive version of Rick,

and one that he found himself responding to.

"I'll try," Matt said.

"Don't try - do," Rick ordered.

"Yes, Master," Matt replied, answering

instinctively, without even thinking about it.

Rick smiled and leaned forward, and, for the

first time, he kissed Matt on the lips. Matt couldn't

move away or resist, and he didn't want to. He

opened up his mouth and let Rick's tongue push

between his lips.

The sensation of being so sweetly, forcefully

kissed sent him flying high again, and he found

himself back in his sub-space.

Rick's mouth was soft and warm, his kiss

deep and insistent, and Matt relaxed more

confidently into the sling. The bondage didn't

matter; all he had to do was accept.

Acceptance.

It was like a trick of the mind. One minute he

couldn't do it at all, but the next… the next it

seemed like the easiest thing in the world.

Rick drew back, and Matt gazed up at him

hazily.

"Okay now?" Rick asked, stroking those

swirling patterns over his skin again.

"Mmmm," Matt murmured. "Master. Yes,

Master. Okay now." He smiled up at Rick,

suddenly loving how it felt to be completely

helpless and in thrall to a powerful dom.

Why had he wanted to escape when being

held captive was so delicious? He stretched out as

much as his bonds would allow, offering up his

body to his dom.

"Good boy." Rick lowered his head, took one

of Matt's nipples between his lips, and began

sucking - gently at first, but then harder until the

nub of flesh began to ache.

Matt felt his breathing quicken, but he couldn't

do anything but lie there and take it.

Acceptance.

Rick's mouth roved over to his other nipple,

and he gave it the same treatment, sucking down

hard, making it sore.

Matt's nipples were sensitive, and the

stimulus hit all his nerve endings, keeping him

poised deliciously on that tenuous divide between

pleasure and pain. It hurt, but it felt so good, but it

hurt…

His cock was rock hard again, and he

squealed as Rick intensified the pressure on his

nipples. He was transported even deeper into his

sub-space, but he wasn't afraid of being taken so

far down now. He had a good guide, who he

trusted, so there was nothing to fear. Now he could

just enjoy it.

Acceptance.

Rick drew back. "Oh, that's good," he purred.

"But I want to push you further, now you're there."

He grinned down on Matt. "I'm going to whip

them," he said.

"Yes, Master," Matt replied, blinking up at

him. He thought maybe he should feel anxious

about that, but he didn't. He was in some special

place in his head where he didn't have to count, or

be perfect, or in control. He just had to accept.

Rick raised one long leg and stepped away,

so he was no longer straddling his body, and Matt

was dimly aware of him moving towards the

dresser. He retrieved a light whip and then strode

back, stroking the whip with his fingers.

Rick circled the sling and began flicking the

whip over Matt's sensitized nipples.

Matt gasped and cried out as the whip struck

the tender flesh, but he knew he couldn't escape.

He didn't want to escape. He wanted only to

surrender to anything his master intended to do to

him.

The whip fell faster and harder, and he

panted, squealing in pain, but Rick didn't let up.

Matt longed for it to be over, but he knew that his

own wishes didn't matter. It hurt, it hurt so much,

and then, unexpectedly, the pain morphed into an

intense kind of pleasure. All the nerve endings in

his body exploded with a sensation that he could

no longer identify as either pleasure or pain. It was

both, wrapped up in one.

Rick stopped whipping his nipples and took

one of them in his mouth, soothing it gently with his

tongue. The flesh was now so tender that the feel

of Rick's warm mouth felt like a sensory overload,

and Matt threw back his head and gave a hoarse

scream.

Rick moved to the other nipple, sucking down

hard, and then back again, and each time Matt

didn't think he could stand it for a second longer.

Then, suddenly, Rick's mouth was gone, and Matt

immediately wanted it back.

"That's good. They're nice and sore now,"