Ricochet (67 page)

body strong, and he was naked save for the collar

around his neck. His collar. This sub was his, and

Rick wanted to roar out his pride to the world. He

had collared this submissive. Him. The no-good

loser who'd fucked up most of his life so far. How

the hell was something this good, this perfect, and

this beautiful standing here in front of him, wearing

his collar?

"Uh… Rick…?" Matt said uncertainly.

"Ssh." Rick leaned in and kissed his sub's

belly, savoring the salty tang of his damp skin on

his lips.

He drew back a little way and traced his hand

over Matt's hard, flat stomach, learning the shape

of him. Then he began mapping his sub slowly,

inch by inch, lost in concentration as he committed

each small detail to memory.

He skimmed Matt's right thigh with his

fingertips and followed the trail with his mouth,

planting a kiss on the soft skin of his sub's inner

thigh. He wiped away some droplets of water with

the back of his hand and buried his nose in Matt's

flesh, inhaling the scent of him. Matt didn't smell of

anyone except himself now, and that smell was

intoxicating to Rick, sending him deeper into his

top space.

He bent his head and kissed Matt's knee, and

then his ankle, before moving his attention to

Matt's other leg, spidering his fingers over it and

dropping a series of little kisses on it as he went.

He tugged on Matt's balls gently, and then held

them in his hand, weighing them. He leaned in to

discover their scent too, rolled them to learn their

shape, and squeezed them to gauge his sub's

reaction to having them handled.

Matt took a sharp intake of breath, but he

didn't move. He held himself completely still as

Rick examined him. Rick kissed his balls and then

sucked them into his mouth, noticing how that made

Matt sigh. He dropped a kiss on Matt's hard,

straining cock and licked his tongue along the

length of it. It pulsed under his caress, and he

traced a vein on the underside all the way along,

lapping at it gently.

"Rick!" Matt drew in a ragged breath, and he

pushed his cock eagerly towards his dom's mouth.

"Stand still," Rick growled. "I'm inspecting

my sub."

Matt whimpered, but he did as he was told

and stood completely still. Rick savored the

feeling of dominance that gave him, and he

continued his exploration, roving freely over his

sub's body, caressing, teasing and exploring. He

paused on every freckle and mole, placing a kiss

on each of them in turn, until he was confident he

knew where each one was and could trace them

even in the dark.

He put his hands on his sub's hips and turned

him, and now his sub's round, white buttocks were

directly in front of him.

Rick let out a sigh. "So beautiful," he said

softly, running the tip of his index finger over the

round curve of his sub's ass. "Your skin is so soft,

and smooth, and pale." He opened his mouth and

sucked on the pure white flesh, teasing it with his

tongue. "You're a blank canvas, waiting to be

marked."

Matt glanced over his shoulder, and Rick

looked up at him. "I'm going to put my mark you,

Matty," he said earnestly, caressing Matt's right

buttock with his fingers. "I'm going to mark you

right here." He wrapped an arm around Matt's

body to keep him in place. "Hold still for me."

He bit down slowly on the curve of that

luscious butt cheek - gently at first, and then

harder. The skin felt so warm and round and soft,

and he loved the squealing sound his sub made as

he placed his first mark on him.

He bit down harder, holding Matt tight as his

sub twisted in his grasp. This was his sub, and it

was his right to mark him, proclaiming his

ownership to the world.

Rick eased off and then lapped at the bite

mark gently with his tongue. "That looks good. It

looks so good." He ran his fingers over the little

red mark, admiring it. "I'm going to keep you

marked all the time; a bite, a handprint, a hickey…

I want to see myself on your skin, and I want you to

see me there too."

"Yes, Rick," Matt whispered.

Rick heard the dreamy sound of Matt's sub-

space in his voice, and he smiled. The sub in Matt

was slowly responding to the dom emerging from

him, and they were both finally learning who they

really were.

"Good boy. Now bend over." He pushed Matt

forward, pulled his buttocks apart, and dipped his

tongue into his sub's warm, dark hole.

"Oh shit!" Matt whimpered, his legs starting

to tremble. Rick kept a firm hold on his hips as he

explored Matt's hole thoroughly with his tongue,

immersing himself in the musky scent of his boy.

Matt couldn't hide any part of himself; he was

collared, and this sweet, tight little hole belonged

to his dom now. Rick held Matt's buttocks apart

and thrust his tongue in deep, and his sub cried out

frantically.

"I can't hold the position! I'm sorry… but it

feels too good!"

Rick guided him over to an armchair in the

corner of the room, pushing Matt over the back of

it, so it would support him while he explored his

hole again. "Hold your butt cheeks open for me,

Matty," he ordered. "Let me in."

Matt reached back and spread his own

buttocks and now Rick could get in deeper. He

knelt down behind his sub and took his time

exploring with his tongue until Matt's moans

became incoherent sobs. Then he drew back and

continued on his quest to map his sub's body.

He traced his fingers over Matt's back and

caressed his shoulder blades. He kissed the back

of his neck and then dropped a trail of kisses down

his spine, one for each vertebra.

"Such a beautifully responsive sub," he

whispered, as Matt moaned and trembled under his

gentle touch. A dom didn't need to use force or

throw out orders to dominate a sub; a good dom

could do it far more subtly, and that was the kind

of dom Rick wanted to be.

He pulled Matt upright and continued his

inspection, examining Matt's ears, his elbows, and

even the soles of his feet, exploring his sub's body

with his fingers and lips.

Matt started to quiver uncontrollably, and

Rick remembered how new he still was to his sub-

space. Collared or not, this sub needed careful

handling.

"You're not used to being explored, that's all,"

Rick said pulling Matt close and holding him tight

against his body until he calmed down. "All those

stupid service doms had no idea what to do with a

sub like you. They just got you to kneel on cue and

to fetch and carry for them. They never tried to

peel you open and find out what's inside. They

didn't have a clue how to handle you; how to touch

you, tame you, and really conquer you. They never

even tried. Idiots." He shook his head in disgust.

"You were always pushing everyone away

when all you've ever really wanted is to be

touched." He stroked the back of his hand over

Matt's chest and down towards his groin, making

him gasp. "I'll touch you all the time, my love. I

won't be able to resist. And when I'm not with you,

you'll carry my marks imprinted on your skin,

touching you in my absence."

Matt gazed up at him, a dazed expression on

his face, and Rick leaned forward to whisper into

his ear.

"I'll touch you, kiss you, stroke you, spank

you, bite you, and fuck you until you lose that

skittishness and surrender without thought or

question," he promised, his hands wandering freely

over Matt's body. "None of them could ever make

you truly surrender - but I will."

Matt's body responded eagerly as his dom

wrapped his fist in his hair, pulled him forward,

and kissed him hard, keeping him in place with his

hand as he plundered his mouth. He sighed and

pressed his naked body against his dom's clothed

one, submitting to his kiss.

Rick released him but only to trace a line of

kisses along his collarbone and down to his

nipples. He sucked each one into his mouth, rolling

it under his tongue and causing sparks of pleasure

to ignite in Matt's body. Matt whimpered and

suddenly his knees gave way.

Rick caught him as he fell, swept him up in

his arms, and carried him over to the bed. "I'm

going to fuck you," he said, placing Matt on the bed

and leaning over him. "I'm going to fuck you so

hard and for so long that the only thing you'll be

aware of is that you're my sub and I'm your dom.

Nothing else will exist for either of us. Do you

understand?"

Matt gazed up at him, stupefied, and gave a

befuddled nod. Rick smiled and smoothed his hair

away from his face.

"No, you don't. You don't have a clue, but I'll

show you. I'll take you there. Now watch me. Don't

look away - I want you to only look at me."

Matt couldn't have torn his gaze away if he'd

tried. Rick got up and slowly removed his clothes,

watching his sub closely the whole time. His gaze

flickered between Matt's collar and his naked

body, and there was something hungry in his

expression that made Matt's arousal spike even

more. When Rick was done undressing, he stood

up straight and paused for a moment, deliberately

giving his sub a chance to look at him.

Matt drank in the sight of his dom's naked

body - the toned chest covered in a layer of fine

dark curls; the bulging biceps; flat, washboard

stomach; and long legs. Rick's skin was a deep

golden brown, stretched tautly over his muscled

body, and his thick cock was so hard it was

bouncing against his belly.

Rick prowled back to the bed and got on it,

positioning himself carefully on his sub, his knees

digging into Matt's shoulders, creating a kind of

artificial bondage. He pressed his cock into Matt's

mouth, and Matt sucked down eagerly, taking that

hard, powerful cock between his lips and

worshipping it. He couldn't move, but he could

serve his dom with just his mouth.

"That's good - good boy," Rick said, holding

Matt's face between his hands to keep him steady

while he sucked. He went slowly, thrusting in deep

and then easing back before Matt began to choke.

"You'll learn how to deep throat me," Rick said,

keeping up those slow thrusts, and Matt nodded

eagerly, anxious to please his dom in any way he

could.

Rick fucked his mouth for a few minutes and

then got off his shoulders and reached for the lube

on the nightstand. He spread it on his fingers and

then slid his hand between Matt's thighs.

"Open your legs," he ordered. Matt obeyed

instantly, and Rick settled down on the bed

between them. "That's good… wider. Keep them

open for me. This little hole needs to learn who

owns it now."

Matt felt the cool tip of Rick's finger slide

into his hole, and he opened up even more, eager

to serve his dom as best he could.

Rick smiled and pushed a second finger in,

plunging both fingers in deep, and Matt gave a

little shout and grabbed the bed sheets in his fists.

Rick stroked his hair tenderly. "Just fall,

Matt. I'll always catch you," he promised.

Matt smiled up at him, and Rick kissed him,

still fucking him with his fingers at the same time.

Matt felt another finger go in, but he barely noticed

because Rick was kissing him so deeply.

Then Rick removed his fingers, drew back,

and positioned himself between Matt's open thighs.

"You can't come," Rick said, as he anointed his

own cock with lubricant. "Not until I've come first,

or given you permission. Not just now but always.

Understand?"

"Yes, sir," Matt whispered.

Rick gave a satisfied smile, and then he

pulled Matt's buttocks open and snubbed his cock

into his hole. Matt tried to relax, but all the same