Ricochet (45 page)

weight of his body, his hands holding Matt's wrists

firmly on either side of his slave's head. He felt a

slight resistance and waited, watching him closely.

Matt's eyes registered his panic as he realized the

extent of his helplessness, and he began struggling

under the weight of the human bondage. He pushed

up against Rick, trying to dislodge him.

"Just relax, slave," Rick told him firmly. Matt

was still inexperienced at being in sub-space and

needed time to really feel his submission again. It

only took a few moments, and then the panic

gradually faded from Matt's face, and he smiled

that shyly crooked smile.

"Good boy." Rick kept up the firm pressure

on Matt's wrists as he kissed him again,

reinforcing the bondage and the reward for

surrender at the same time. Matt moaned and his

hole relaxed around Rick's cock.

Rick wondered if Matt would always be this

way during sex; the moments of doubt and

rebellion making his surrender all the more

delicious when it came. He felt a pang of regret

when he realized that he only had another few

hours to find out. After nine, Matt wouldn't be his

slave anymore, and he wouldn't be able to coax

these moments of sweet submission from him.

That was all the more reason to make the

most of it, and Rick moved his hips back and then

thrust in deep, loving the little gasp Matt gave in

response.

Rick knew he was big, and Matt clearly

hadn't been used this way in a long time, judging

by how tight he was, but that made it all the more

enjoyable. Rick loved the slick drag on his cock as

he moved in and out, getting into a powerful

rhythm.

Matt gazed up at him dreamily, and Rick

loved that even more. He paused every so often to

press a kiss to Matt's lips but kept his tight hold on

Matt's wrists throughout, pinning them in place to

emphasize to his slave that he wasn't in control.

The last of Matt's rebellion faded in the wake

of Rick's total dominance, and he wrapped his legs

around Rick's waist, allowing Rick to drive home

with even more force.

Matt sighed and whimpered as Rick rode him,

his cock hard between their bodies.

"You can't come," Rick told him firmly. "This

one is for me, not you."

Matt's eyes flashed, and Rick knew he'd hit

another one of his fantasies. That turned him on

even more, and he knew he was close - too close -

so he forced himself to withdraw.

Matt blinked. "You haven't come… did I do

something wrong?"

"No, I just want to turn you over, so I can fuck

you from behind." Rick released his hold on Matt's

wrists and turned him onto his side. Then he

settled down behind him, put his hand on Matt's

thigh, and entered him again. This time he rode him

even harder, keeping a tight grip on his thigh and

pounding into him relentlessly. Matt made little

grunting sounds with each thrust, panting and

squealing as he was fucked without mercy. It felt

raw and primal, and it didn't take long before Rick

came with a low roar of pleasure.

Afterwards, he nuzzled Matt's hair. "That was

good. I'm going to stay here, inside you," he

murmured into Matt's ear. "We're going to sleep

this way until morning. Whenever you wake up,

you'll feel me in you and remember who owns

you."

Matt gave a shaky exhalation, and Rick held

him tight and kissed his neck lazily. At the same

time, he swept his hand over Matt's body, playing

with him. He gently drifted his fingertips over

Matt's nipples, enjoying Matt's sharp intake of

breath as he toyed with the sore nubs of flesh,

teasing and tormenting them. Then he went lower

and took Matt's cock in his hand, fondling it until

Matt was fully erect again.

"You still can't come," Rick told his helpless

slave.

"Yes, Master," Matt replied obediently, and

Rick grinned and pressed a kiss onto his neck.

He loved how it felt to have Matt pressed up

against him, Matt's back to his belly and chest.

From this position he could tease Matt's body with

his hands, constantly reminding him that he was a

slave, and had no choice but to accept his master's

caresses without any hope of being allowed his

own release.

Most of all, he loved how it felt to be

connected to Matt, his cock still lodged deep

inside his slave, claiming him as his own for the

rest of the night.

It took Matt awhile to fall asleep again. He

had never felt genuinely claimed before, in any of

his sexual experiences, and it was so exciting that

he didn't want to sleep through it. He got a thrill

from the knowledge that Rick's cock was still

inside him, and he was surprised to find that he

liked the heavy weight of Rick's hand on his thigh.

Usually, he felt stifled when doms wanted to hold

him for any length of time, but now that he was a

slave and had no choice, he found himself enjoying

it.

He mulled that over, trying to analyze why.

Maybe it was because his earliest attempt at

finding his own sub-space, with the first dom he'd

had sex with, had been such a dismal failure. He'd

been keeping doms at bay ever since, and he'd

never thought he could ever have this - certainly

not with Rick of all people. He was still reeling

from that.

Rick placed his hand flat on Matt's belly,

keeping him pressed up close. "Ssh - too many

thoughts. Sleep," he ordered, and, like the good

slave he was, Matt did.

He awoke to the most amazing sensation in

his cock and looked down blearily to find Rick's

mouth wrapped around it.

"Wha…?" he spluttered.

Rick pressed one hand on his shoulder and

the other on his leg, holding him completely in

place, and smiled up at him. "It's 8:50, and as this

is your last service as my slave, you can come any

time you like," he said, before resuming his

exquisite blowjob.

"Oh shit!" Matt hollered, grabbing hold of

two fistfuls of sheet.

Even while giving his slave pleasure Rick

remained in charge, keeping a firm hold on Matt

and infusing the act with dominant energy. Matt

couldn't hold out for long, and Rick held him down

throughout his orgasm, pinning him in place while

he swallowed his come.

"Wow - that was some wake-up call." Matt

gazed blissfully at the ceiling.

Rick crawled up the bed and landed beside

him with a thud, his head on the pillow next to

Matt's. Matt turned to face him. "Rick, I owe you

an apology," he said solemnly.

"You do?" Rick raised an eyebrow. "For

what?"

"For not actually believing you're a dom."

Matt grinned. "I was wrong; completely and utterly

wrong. As wrong as wrong can possibly be."

"Well, I don't like to say 'I told you so',

but…" Rick laughed and slapped Matt's bottom

playfully.

Matt glanced at the clock. "8:59," he said

wistfully. "I guess that means I'm a free man

again."

"Not for another minute." Rick took Matt's

head between his hands and kissed him on the

mouth, and Matt melted against him, tasting himself

on Rick's lips as he surrendered willingly to the

kiss. It was the culmination of such an amazing

night that he wished he could freeze the moment

forever in time.

Then Rick released him, and they both

glanced at the clock again and spoke at the same

time: "9am."

Matt wanted Rick to stay, so they could laze

about in bed and maybe even have sex again, as

themselves this time. He was intrigued as to how it

would be without the framing of the play scene,

and the master/slave relationship. Would he even

be able to submit to a dom without those props to

help him? Matt would have liked to find out, but

Rick had other ideas because he immediately

scrambled out of the bed and bowed in Matt's

direction. He looked ridiculous standing there,

completely naked, and bowing elaborately, with

elegant swirls of his arm like an old-fashioned

courtier.

"Thank you, Matt. You were a fantastic slave,

and I hope you found me to be a good master.

Now, I'm gonna go take a shower and get dressed.

You can use the en suite in here. I'll see you

downstairs in half an hour - last one down has to

cook breakfast!"

As he ran out of the room he did a silly little

dance, his cock swinging as he pounded his hands

on his bottom and skipped sideways and then back

again.

Matt gazed after him, feeling dazed. He had

known this was the deal from the beginning, but he

didn't want it to end. He wanted to stay here, in

this room, being Rick's slave forever. Or, at least,

being the slave of the masterful man he'd met last

night - not the idiot who'd just skipped out of the

room.

He got up slowly, his body aching in all kinds

of unexpected places, and went into the bathroom.

He caught sight of himself in the bathroom mirror

and paused. He felt so exponentially different that

he felt he should look different too, but he didn't.

Rick had been careful not to mark him, and apart

from the fact that his nipples were a shade darker

than normal and there was still a flush of pink on

his bottom, there were no other signs of the

momentous night they'd spent together. Matt

wished there was. He wanted to see the marks of

ownership imprinted on his skin.

He was still wearing Rick's scarlet collar,

and he liked how it looked around his neck. He

didn't want to take it off yet and the leather had a

shiny waterproof coating, so he got into the shower

with it still fastened around his neck.

He soaped his body all over, tracing his

fingers over his flesh and finding several areas of

enjoyable soreness. His hole throbbed from taking

Rick's cock, his arms ached from the bondage, and

his lips were still swollen from Rick's kisses and

from the vigorous fucking his mouth had received.

There were scratchy patches of dried come on his

chest and belly, and his skin was slippery with the

scented oil Rick had swirled into it.

Matt washed the scent of Rick's domination

off his body slowly, trying to bring himself back

down. He wasn't a slave anymore, and Rick

definitely wasn't his master. Besides, Rick really

wasn't anything like Matt's idea of a what a real

master should be because when he wasn't acting

the role he was just so… Rick.

Matt got out of the shower to find there was a

pack of new toothbrushes in Rick's bathroom

cupboard, along with a fresh pack of razors and

some shaving gel. Of course, Rick always had subs

staying over, so his playroom must have had a ton

of use. Matt was just one of many; nothing special.

Maybe Rick enacted the same scenario for all of

them - the slave contract, the fancy suit, the

bondage, and the whole master routine.

Matt finished up and returned to the

playroom. His clothes were where Rick had left

them last night; Matt picked them up and quickly

got dressed, but he still couldn't bring himself to

remove the collar. When Rick had first buckled it

on, it had felt so tight and constricting around his

throat, but now it felt like it belonged there, and he

didn't want to let it go.

Matt opened the drapes and looked around.

What had, last night, been a place of such exotic

mystery, was, in the harsh glare of daylight, just a

big room containing various pieces of play

equipment. Matt wandered around, trying to

recapture the memories, only to find them slipping

away from him.

Everything in here was an illusion. The sling,

which had been the scene of his great surrender

last night, was merely a strip of black leather

attached to the ceiling with chains this morning.

The magic was gone.