Kept Man: Firsts and Forever Stories

As my cock swelled, I whispered, “Will you please take me to the not-dungeon and fuck me? I really need to be tied down and dominated.” I loved the fact that I could ask for exactly what I needed without the slightest chance of any judgement.

He murmured, “Of course, baby,” and took my hand.

We went upstairs, and I paused in front of the sliding panel in his room and said, “Just so you know, I’ve made a few improvements to the playroom. You’d thought it was too cold and impersonal, so I’m hoping this will make you like it more.”

I turned a dial when we stepped through the doorway and brought up the lights on a soft setting. Then I went around and lit the dozens of candles I’d placed around the room. Meanwhile, Micah looked around and said, “This is a huge improvement.”

I’d been gathering things from throughout the house for the last week, and the space was much more comfortable now. There were area rugs on the floor, soft throws on the black leather couch, and a new seating area made of pillows and blankets. I’d also hung up a pair of attractive landscape paintings I’d found leaning against a wall in a guest bedroom. It was still unmistakably a playroom, given the large breeding bench, the sling, and the fact that I’d lined up all his new sex toys on a shelf, but it just seemed much more welcoming—to me, anyway.

Once all the candles were lit, I turned on some quiet background music and asked, “What do you think? Did I overdo it? I wanted this room to feel warmer and more inviting, but it’s definitely lost its hard edge, and maybe you wanted that. If you hate it, none of this is permanent. I can put everything back where I found it.”

“No, this is perfect. You fixed everything that was wrong with it.” He pulled me close and kissed my forehead before asking, “When did you do all this?”

“Mostly during your two cooking marathons this past weekend.”

“I guess I was pretty distracted. I didn’t even notice you moving stuff around the house.”

“Yeah, you definitely were in the zone.”

He grinned at me and said, “I’m glad you did all this, and now I need you to do something else for me.”

“Anything.”

“Take off all your clothes, Jasper.” A shiver of pleasure slid down my spine, and I rushed to comply while he took a seat on the couch. Once I was naked, he said, “Bring me the leather cuffs from the bench.” My cock throbbed as I hurried to retrieve them.

I loved the way he took charge. He was firmly in control, but he was never demanding or cocky. Once I presented the cuffs, he had me stand in front of him while he buckled them in place. Then he leaned in and sucked my hard cock for a minute or two while I closed my eyes and steadied myself with my hands on his shoulders.

By the time he picked me up and carried me to the bench, my cock was throbbing. He strapped me down on my back with my hands above my head, my legs spread wide and fastened to the supports, and my ass right on the edge of the table. I sighed contentedly as he brushed my hair from my eyes.

“It’s amazing, the way you totally relaxed the moment I tied you down,” he said.

“It just feels so good, knowing I’m completely in your hands.”

He kissed me, then straightened up and caressed my cheek before moving into position between my legs. After grabbing some lube from the drawer, he took his time fingering my ass and sucking my cock. Over the past several weeks, we’d both learned exactly what the other enjoyed, and he knew how long he could edge me before I just couldn’t take it anymore.

Micah brought me to the brink of orgasm three times before stripping naked, lubing his cock, and pushing it into my ass. He’d spent so long working me open that he knew he didn’t have to go slow. Instead, he started fucking me with long, hard strokes as he stood between my legs and held onto my hips.

It felt incredible, but I begged, “Harder. Please.” I wanted to ache for hours afterwards, that private, hidden reminder of how he’d claimed my body and made me his.

He did as I asked, increasing the force of his thrusts until his hips were slamming into my ass. It was pure bliss. I fully relaxed, letting my knees fall to the sides as he pounded me.

My thoughts became focused. All that mattered was Micah and the orgasms we were both chasing. He started jerking me off as he fucked me, and I knew that meant he was close. I watched him, and he smiled at me when he looked up and met my gaze. He was so beautiful, totally uninhibited and primal with his wild hair and a fire in his dark eyes.