Ricochet (69 page)

biggest breakfast you've ever had."

An aching sensation in Matt's bladder

distracted him. "Damn it, I need to pee." He pulled

away from his dom regretfully, swung his legs

over the side of the bed, and tried to get up - only

to find his knees giving way. He toppled back onto

the bed. "My legs feel like Jell-O!"

"One of the downsides of all that truly great

sex," Rick said, grinning as he rolled off the bed.

He picked Matt up, carried him into the en

suite bathroom, and set him down in front of the

toilet, standing behind him to hold him up. He

reached for Matt's cock again, and this time Matt

leaned back against his dom's chest and let him

direct the warm flow of water from his body. He

seemed to have lost all his inhibitions after the

long, hazy day and night of making love. His body

belonged to his dom, and he trusted Rick to always

take good care of it.

After he was done, Rick helped him over to

an enormous bath. He guided him to sit down on

the side and began filling the tub, throwing in

something that fizzed and created sweetly smelling

bubbles. Matt caught a glimpse of himself in the

mirror opposite and gazed at himself, transfixed.

He hardly recognized himself. His hair was a

tousled mess, and his lips were swollen from

being kissed and fucked so much, but his eyes

were glowing, and he looked happy and relaxed.

There was a collar around his neck, and he

belonged to someone, really belonged, for the first

time in his life.

When the bath was full, Rick lifted Matt into

the bath and got in beside him. Matt sighed and

stretched out, feeling the water relax and soothe

him.

Rick tapped him. "Turn over onto your front. I

want to inspect your hole."

"Inspect it?"

"To check for any damage. Things got pretty

intense back there; I stretched and lubed you well,

but I want to make sure you're not torn."

Matt did as he was told and felt Rick gently

fingering his hole.

"Sore?" Rick asked, gently sloshing warm

water into it.

"It aches a little, but it's nothing I can't

handle."

"It looks fine; no tears."

Rick turned him back around, so they were

facing each other again, lying side by side in the

massive tub, their hands resting on each other's

thighs.

"We haven't talked about how this will work

out. Do you want to move in here, or shall I move

in with you?" Rick asked.

"You'd do that? Move into my place?"

"Sure - why not?"

"Just, your place is a lot bigger."

Rick flicked a strand of damp hair out of

Matt's eyes. "Anyplace you are is home to me,

Matty. I don't care where it is."

"But you do have that nice, fully equipped

playroom," Matt mused.

Rick grinned. "I have a confession to make -

I'd never actually used it before I took you in

there."

Matt sat up in the tub. "What - never? Really?

You? I mean, you were always having all that great

sex with all those many legions of subs - or so you

kept telling us."

Rick chuckled. "Oh yeah, I was having a lot

of sex, but never in the playroom. I fucked 'em in

the bedroom and booted them out in the morning.

But there are so many wonderful things I could do

to you in that playroom. Just tell me your fantasies,

and I'll make them come true."

Matt smiled. "You already did."

"There is so much more I can do. Things we'll

both enjoy." Rick took hold of his wrist and

pressed his lips gently against the chafe-mark left

by Rule's cuff.

"I can't believe I was such an idiot," Matt

muttered.

"Yeah - he was a shit."

"I think I knew that but the truth is, I was

flattered that someone like him would want

someone like me. I was impressed by his status

and money. I'm not proud of myself, but it's true."

Matt made a face.

"Well, we've all done things we're not proud

of, and in the grand scheme of things, it's not so

bad. At least the only person you really hurt was

yourself." Rick fingered his wrist gently.

"And you."

"Nah, you just gave me the kick up the ass I

needed to make me see sense." Rick grinned. "It

was more than just you being attracted to such a

high status dom, Matty. He pressed some sexual

buttons for you too - I saw that."

Matt nodded thoughtfully. "Some of what he

said turned me on - the problem was he was the

one saying it. I guess I realized that you have to

trust and like the person doing that kind of stuff to

you - otherwise it's just an ordeal."

"That seems to be a mistake you've made

before. Ermentrude?" Rick raised an eyebrow.

"Emily! Oh shit, yes. Don't remind me! I

suppose I was attracted to how serious and

organized they both are. Life with them was very

ordered, and I thought that was what I wanted."

"And I'm chaos." Rick sighed. "But see, thing

is, Matty - I think you want some fun, and to relax

and let rip once in a while. You can be sensible

and ordered all by yourself - you don't need a dom

for that. You're already a Grand Master at it, my

sweet little OCD freak." He dropped a kiss on

Matt's protesting lips. "And you were right about

me," he added in a more serious tone. "I do need

someone to ground me - someone to be responsible

for. We bring out the best in each other; we always

did."

"Yup. I guess neither of us had any role

models for what a relationship should be, growing

up. You just had your dad, and I just had my mom."

"Which is all the more reason to make up our

own rules."

"I'd like that. About your mom… I know I've

asked you before, but you must have wondered

why she left you with your dad," Matt said

curiously.

"No," Rick replied tersely, sitting up. "She

didn't want me. That's all I need to know."

"And you never wondered what happened to

her?"

"No." Rick turned away, the muscles in his

back tensing.

"Rick." Matt placed a hand on his stiff

shoulder.

Rick turned towards him again. "Okay - yes. I

sometimes wonder if she's seen me on TV and

wished she was still part of my life, or if she ever

wanted to get in touch and explain it all to me. Or

if…" He paused, "If she's even still alive." He

blinked and looked down. "It's been a long time,

after all. She'd be… what, in her late fifties?"

"And you've really never tried to look for

her?"

"No."

"Why not?"

"Because I needed her when I was five - not

now," Rick said bitterly.

"She might have had a good reason."

"I don't think any reason can be good enough

to explain leaving me with my shit of a father."

Matt stroked his dom's shoulder gently,

leaning in to place a kiss on the wet skin. Rick was

so big, and hid so easily behind that larger-than-

life, ridiculous-Rick persona, that he rarely let

anyone get a glimpse of his vulnerabilities. Matt

had got closer than anyone else. He knew all about

his dom's prison time and his fractured

relationship with his father - but Matt sensed that

the loss of his mother went deepest of all.

"Let's get back to talking about our fantasies.

What else would you like to do?" Rick asked,

turning back to him.

Matt flushed, and Rick laughed and splashed

bubbles at him. "C'mon - no secrets, not after what

we just did. There's no fantasy you can't tell me

about."

"I'm not used to saying them out loud." Matt

thought about it. "I loved it in the trailer that time

when you grabbed me and threw me over your

knee. I love feeling waylaid and physically

overpowered."

"Oh yeah! That was hot - you love being

surprised and swept up, and I love doing it. But if

we're going to play that game, then you have to

keep yourself stretched and lubed at all times,

Matt, so I don't cause any damage. Will you

remember?"

Matt nodded. "Yes, if it means we get to do

that again."

"What else?" Rick asked.

"Uh… bondage?"

Rick raised an eyebrow. "You found that

tough last time."

"I know, but I want to do it anyway. I want to

struggle against it and know I can't get away. I

want to know you won't let me escape. I want to be

helpless and have you play with me."

"Well, that is not a problem." Rick reached

out and caressed his cheek. "How about full

sensory deprivation? Do you trust me to tie you up,

blindfold you, and gag you?"

Matt took a deep breath. "I do… but I'll fight

you and panic at first."

"I know that, and I can handle it. I think that's

what makes it sweeter for you, isn't it? The fact it

doesn't come easy?"

"Yes." Matt smiled; Rick seemed to

understand how his mind worked, and that made

admitting his fantasies so much easier. He didn't

expect Matt to be perfect and get it right first time.

He didn't mind Matt's struggles; he relished them.

"How about pain play? You like it when I

spank you and when I torment these." Rick gently

rubbed Matt's sweetly sore nipples. "I'd like to get

even more creative." Matt moaned and arched up

against his fingers. "I'll take that as 'yes' then."

Rick grinned. "You're not a hard-core masochist,

so nothing too heavy; just enough to tip you over

the edge. What else?"

Matt hesitated.

"What?" Rick asked. "Say it."

"Well, this really is just a fantasy - I don't

know if I can do it…"

"Tell me. If I can make it happen, I will."

"It's just… you once said that you'd love to

take a sub down into sub-space and keep them

there for days - maybe even weeks."

Rick propped himself up on one elbow and

looked down on Matt, making the bath bubbles

swirl. "You want to try that?"

"Is it too much, too soon? Some of what Rule

was suggesting - keeping me naked, having me

kneel beside him, and spanking me regularly… I

did like the idea of it. I just didn't like how he went

about it. It felt so cold. He treated me like my

wishes weren't important. Like it was some kind of

'one size fits all' domination, never asking me what

I liked or wanted."

"I don't think he cared. It was all about him."

Rick shrugged. "As for the deep submission thing,

I'd love to do that for you, Matty."

"With you… with my dom…" Matt fingered

his collar. "I'd be able to relax and enjoy it. I trust

you to make it good."

"Well," Rick mused. "We do have two

months on hiatus with nothing planned…"

"Two months? In sub-space? Seriously? You

think you're that good?"

"You think I'm not after what we just did?"

Rick prodded him in the thigh.

Matt laughed. "I think you could do anything

after that."

"Glad to hear it - but nah! I didn't mean the

entire two months. How about we aim for a week?

See if we like it? We can stop if one of us hates

it."

"Sounds good to me! When do we start?"

"Well, first we have to get you moved in, and

then…" Rick grimaced. "I have to charm your

mother into accepting me as your dom."

Matt sat up straight, making the water slosh

around them. "Oh shit. I'd forgotten about that."

"It'll be fine. I'll convince her - somehow. But

after we're settled - we'll do the deep submission

thing then."

"What about you?" Matt asked. "What are

your fantasies? I've told you all mine."

"Well, you pretty much are my fantasy." Rick

daubed his nose with bubbles. "But I like all the

things you're saying. I love tipping you over into

your submission, even though you fight against it

because a part of you is always going to be scared

of letting go and losing control. I love that moment

just before I've got you there, when you're just

about to fall, and all it takes is one last push…"

Rick's face glowed as he said that, and Matt got a

little insight into what turned him on so much about