New Leather by Deb Varva Page B

returned his gaze to the paneled door. His fingers clawed at the wood when other fingers pulled his cheeks apart and the tongue found the puckered little hole hidden there. The wet muscle licked and poked at his opening until he could feel his sphincter loosen and allow its entry.
    “God, James.” He wanted to rock back as his lover fucked him with his tongue, but every time he tried, the door rattled. He gave up and stood utterly still. It was torture. He groaned again.
    James lightly bit one cheek. “I did not say you couldn't move.”
    “Susan... ”
    He heard a chuckle as James pulled his legs further apart to expose the hole without having to hold him open. The tongue returned and James used his hands now to force Carl into motion. The rhythmic rattle of the door shattered the peace of the house.
    Carl forgot his embarrassment when one hand left his hip to wrap around his prick. Damn! That felt good. Unable to resist, he moved between the hand and the tongue. His vision blurred as he shot onto James’ hand, the door and wood floor,
    “Stay there.” Carl heard a zipper open a moment before the fat bulb of his Dom's slicked cock pierced his relaxed entrance.
    The door went from rattles to banging as James pounded into him. To keep his head from damage, he stiffened his arms and took the full force of each stroke. It was heaven.
    James picked up the pace and his fingers dug into Carl's hips. Two, maybe three, strokes later his Dom's climax emptied into him. He kept his arms straight to hold himself and the man resting on his back upright. He would stay that way as long as James needed him to.
    “You could have told me Susan left.” Carl took another bite of his antipasto salad.
    James finished his own salad and sat back to watch his boy eat. Carl's lips were still puffy and his face flushed from their joyride in the den. That had been great fun. “It didn't matter if Susan left or not. All that mattered was your obedience.”
    “We weren't doing a scene or in the playroom.” Carl pointed out with exasperation.
    “And yet, you submitted beautifully.”
    Carl gave up and laughed. “Yeah. It was hot.”
    James laughed with him. “Yes, it was.” He leaned forward. “This afternoon, we're going to experiment with whips.” He winced as soon as the words were out of his mouth— he owed Andy an apology.
    “Okay. Tony wondered when you were going to beat the crap out of me. He'll be pleased.”
    “Tony?”
    “My idiotic best friend.”
    “Ah. The only kind to have. You told him about our arrangement?”
    “I thought it was a good idea to have at least one person who knows where I am.” Carl shrugged. “I was a bit nervous at first.”
    “Understandable. To get back to tonight, we'll start slow with a soft flogger. It will put a lovely blush on your skin without taxing your limits. If you take to that the way I think you will, we'll use something heavier tomorrow.”
    “All right.” The boy's voice was strong and James thought perhaps excited as well.
    Once they were in the playroom, James was as eager to begin as Carl was. He retrieved a pair of cuffs from the cabinet along with a spreader and waited in the middle of the room. A chain dangled from the ceiling over his head. “Remove the pants please, and come here.”
    Leaving the pants on the floor near the door, Carl walked up to James, completely at ease with his nudity. The relaxed attitude gratified James. Carl hadn't reverted to last Friday's awkwardness.
    “What is your safeword?”
    “Red, sir.”
    “Good.” He wrapped Carl's wrists in the leather cuffs. They were new, the sharp scent sweet as he linked them together and reached up to hook them to the chain.
    “You may speak or cry out if you wish. I will continue until I decide to stop or you use the safeword.” He squatted down to place the spreader bar on the boy's ankles. This kept him open and immobile.
    “Which flogger are you going to use, sir?” Carl's manner was calm, but his