Garrett: A M/m BDSM Romance (Bound & Controlled Book 1) Page 8

  “Please…please…Master…I…I was naughty…and I need to be punished.” Wyatt’s sweet pleas were incredible. Filled with need and so ready to taste the sweet pain again.

  Garrett squeezed his ass and kept up the slow torture. Building the anticipation was as much fun as the spanking itself. “You need to learn your lesson. That’s why you’re draped over my lap with your ass offered up for me. We’re going to make sure you’re a good sub for your master. Are you going to be good for me, Sweet?”

  Every muscle tightened and Wyatt seemed to be holding his breath, but he finally got enough control to answer. “Yes, Master. I’m going to be good.”

  So damned sexy.

  “That’s a good boy.” His sweet sub moaned and the little shivers had him almost dancing on Garrett’s lap. He gave the boy’s ass another squeeze and let his thumb trace along the seam of his cheeks. Teasing and hinting at what was to come. “Needy little slut, aren’t you? My needy slut.”

  Garrett wasn’t sure if he’d pushed the words too far but he shouldn’t have worried. Wyatt shook even harder, and it seemed to take all his strength to hold back the pleasure. There was no way the naughty sub was going to be able to hold it back.

  It looked like Garrett was going to have the perfect excuse to punish the boy next week too.

  Before Wyatt could get himself under control, Garrett lifted his hand and brought it down on the boy’s ass. Wyatt’s cry of pleasure and pain echoed around the room. With the clothes to protect his skin, it probably hadn’t even marked him but just looking at his reaction was enough for Garrett.

  Arching up into Garrett’s touch, Wyatt did his best to be good. It was going to be a losing battle. Bringing his hand down again, Garrett alternated between each cheek. He watched Wyatt dance and writhe, desperate to obey but drowning in the pleasure.

  It had just been too long since the sweet sub had felt the beautiful mix of pain and pleasure. As Garrett brought his hand down over and over, he started teasing the boy’s imagination with his words again. That proved just as erotic to the sub as the spanking.

  When Garrett told him how pretty he would look naked and in his collar with his ass nice and red, the boy whined and clenched. When Garrett told him that next time they had dinner together he wanted his sexy sub to be kneeling naked on the floor, the boy pleaded and shook. When Garrett went into crazy dirty details about how incredible the sub would look in a cock cage and plug, he came.

  Shouts of pleasure and endless waves of desire seemed to crash over him. His orgasm went on and on while Garrett continued to give him all the painful pleasure he’d been missing. Finally, he calmed and sagged down on the couch.

  Things may have gotten slightly out of hand. But he didn’t regret a minute of it. This might not technically be going slow but it wasn’t as much as he’d wanted to do to the boy so it was still in the spirit of it. Running his hands over the boy’s ass and legs, Garrett watched as Wyatt slowly started to come back to him.

  “So beautiful. You took your spanking so well, sweet boy.” Then he let his need show in his voice as he kept up the gentle caresses. “It’s very disappointing that you were naughty and came without permission. I guess this means you’re going to need to be punished again next week as well.”

  They both knew Garrett wasn’t upset by that. Wyatt turned his head and gave Garrett a cheeky little grin. “I’m sorry, Master. I’ll do better next time. I promise.”

  “I hope so. We’ll just have to keep going until you learn to be good during your spankings. It might take us a very long time.” Garrett carefully kneaded the boy’s high, tight ass. “I have a feeling you’re probably going to be very naughty and come again.”

  Wyatt blushed and looked away but didn’t deny it. Garrett couldn’t wait to get the boy naked and displayed for his master. He was going to look so incredible. So sexy. “Come here, sweet boy.”

  Helping him to roll over, Garrett pulled the sub into his arms. Wyatt laid his head on Garrett’s chest and sank into his master’s embrace. There was no trace of the bouncy out-of-control sub. This was a submissive who was centered and perfectly content.

  ****

  The phone rang as Garrett was stumbling in the back door, bogged down under the weight of grocery bags and laptop. Cursing under his breath, he struggled to put the bags down and answer the beeping that was starting to drive him crazy.

  The goal had been to be home and relaxed before the call came in. However, a late meeting and an insane trip to the grocery store ruined that plan. Finally untangling himself from the plastic bags that worked more like handcuffs than help, he swiped his finger across the screen. He couldn’t help the smile that spread across his face. He might be frustrated, but this was going to be the highlight of his day.

  “Hello, Sweet. How was your day?” After their sexy, incredible date last weekend, Garrett’s second rule had been that Wyatt needed to call him at eight o’clock every night. Yes, he wanted to get to know his funny sub, but he had a naughtier motivation.

  “It was good. I was at the store this morning but I got a lot done on the next pieces for the club. They’re turning out even better than I’d hoped. I think Ben and Conner are going to be really pleased.” Shy excitement was clear in his voice. Wyatt was having a hard time talking about his work with someone new.

  He was also a bit embarrassed and more than a little turned on about what was going to be the next part of their conversation. “Were you careful in the shop?”

  “Yes, Master. I locked the doors and didn’t stay too late.” His voice earnest, it was obvious he wanted to please Garrett.

  “Very good.” Garrett leaned against the counter and relaxed. Now the fun part. “Did you behave yourself?”

  There was the slightest hesitation, need was starting to thread through his words. “Yes. I was good.”

  “You didn’t play with your cock? You followed directions and left it alone? I know you probably woke up hard and needy this morning. Didn’t you?” This was definitely the best part of his day.

  They might not know each other well enough to jump into a full-time D/s relationship too soon but that didn’t mean Garrett wasn’t going to try to give the boy what he needed. To start, that meant evening calls to explain what he’d done that day and confirming he’d left his hard on alone. Of course, that made Wyatt’s situation even more frustrating but the sexy sub seemed to love the torturous denial.

  “I didn’t touch it, Master. I…I woke up hard, but I left it alone.” There was a hint of embarrassment in his voice but Garrett knew he was also hard as a rock.

  “What were you dreaming about that made you so hard?” Garrett had to reach down and adjust his own cock that was starting to harden.

  Wyatt gave a little groan. “I was dreaming about this weekend…and what you said about…about me needing to be punished again.”

  “So you were fantasizing about being naked for me? Being bent over the spanking bench? How it would feel when my hand came down on your naked ass? Oh, someone was a naughty boy. Are you supposed to be getting hard thinking about punishments?” If he weren’t in the kitchen, Garrett would have had his cock out, stroking it off to the pictures in his head and the breathy sounds of Wyatt’s need.

  “I’m sorry, Master.” He sounded sorrier that he was turned on and couldn’t come, but Garrett wasn’t going to complain. He wanted the sexy sub needy and focused on their plans for the weekend.

  “Good boy.” Time to distract them both, he had groceries to put away. “Tell me more about your day? Did you have fun at the shop?”

  Wyatt gave a frustrated huff, but he didn’t complain. “Yes. Kind of. Carter was in the shop and normally we have fun. Even moving stock around and talking with boring people is entertaining, but he’s been frustrated lately.”

  “Still upset about that bad date?” Garrett pushed off the counter and turned around to start putting groceries away.

  “That’s probably part of it but I think it’s more like he’s jus
t frustrated with everything. I wish there was something I could do to help.”

  “Did you still want to take him up to the club sometime? We could go as a group. That way, he wouldn’t feel like he was doing it alone.” Putting the vegetables away, Garrett had a nagging feeling that he forgot something.

  “Yes! I think it would be perfect for him. He needs a good guy. Ideally, a good Dominant but at this point, I think he’d take someone who wasn’t much of a Dom but was open-minded.” Wyatt sighed. Garrett could hear how worried Wyatt was for his friend.

  “I’d say we should go up this weekend but we’ve got a family barbecue and that’s kind of mandatory. Are you going to help me figure out a dessert to bring over?”

  “Me?” Wyatt’s shock was almost comical.

  “Yes. How else can I introduce my boy to my family?” That’s what he’d forgotten, the barbecue.

  “Oh.”

  Garrett tried not to laugh, but the utter horror in that one word was obvious.

  “It’s not funny. What if they hate me?”

  “They don’t hate you. They’ve all met you and thought you were cute and funny.”

  “They have?”

  “Yes. Most of the time when you came in to pay your bills there were other people in the office, right? Brent is constantly in and out and Grant, Bryce, and I have meetings in my office several times a week. My conference room is nicer than theirs.” Yeah, he might have gotten a kick out of that but it drove the other two nuts so he had to mention it on a regular basis.

  “So they all saw me? Like saw me all…you know…and bouncy…and…Oh dear.” Wyatt sounded like he’d rather hide under the bed than come to eat with them.

  “You will go, Sweet. There will be no emergency antique problem or anything else you might come up with. We just have to figure out dessert and show up at one on Saturday. Then we can head back to your house. Because if my memory is right, we have plans for that evening, don’t we.” Time to distract his boy.

  “Yes.” His voice came out sexy and needy.

  “What are we going to do? I want you to tell me in detail while I relax, sweet sub.”

  There was a shocked gasp. “Master!”

  “Oh yes, graphic detail, boy.”

  Looked like his evening was going to end on a high note.

  CHAPTER 10

  Wyatt

  “Are you sure you don’t need more help today?” There was an edge of panic in Wyatt’s voice but he was trying to hide it. “I don’t want to leave you in the lurch.”

  Carter gave him this look like he wasn’t going to fall for that line of shit. “It’s Wednesday evening. Try again. There’s nobody here. Even I never stay late on Wednesdays.”

  Wyatt sighed and tried to look as pathetic as possible so Carter would feel sorry and help him. His friend snorted and shook his head. “I’m not going to save you from the big bad master who’s making you do something terrible.”

  “I don’t want to go.”

  “Why? You’ve been to his office tons. Like more than anyone else he deals with.” Carter laughed and leaned over on the counter propping his head in his hands. “What makes this time different?”

  It should have been obvious, but Wyatt was willing to explain it anyway. “Because now they know. I don’t know how much they do—but they do!”

  “Darlin’…” Carter said in a sickeningly sweet fake Southern accent. “You need to calm down. Because that didn’t make as much sense as you thought it did. Now, more than likely, they already thought you were kinda odd. Now it just makes sense. You’re going to be calmer because you won’t have to hide who you are. They’re going to love you.”

  “You think?”

  “Of course. They were nice to you before, right? Even when you were jumpy and shyly stalking their boss?”

  “I wasn’t stalking him!”

  “Potato…Patato…The important thing is that they liked you enough not to make you feel weird. What makes you think this will change anything? From what you said, everyone in the family is on the more unique side of the spectrum. What makes you think the employees and everyone else are going to be that normal? Like attracts like…you’re going to fit right in.” Carter nodded like the discussion was over. He was right, and that was all there was to it.

  “How am I supposed to act? I’m not going in there to pay my bill. I mean, I’ve got the regular part…I walk in, say hi, ask for…Who do I ask for?” Wyatt tried to take a deep breath. It didn’t seem to help. “Do I ask for Garrett or for Master or Sir?”

  “What did he say?” Carter seemed to think this part was obvious too.

  “We didn’t talk about the office. We talked about the barbecue and being around his family.” This discussion wasn’t making Wyatt feel any better. It was, however, killing time, so he didn’t have to go.

  Carter sighed again. “What did he say about that then?”

  “Well…Garrett said it was up to me how to act and what to call him.”

  “What do you mean?” Carter looked like he wasn’t quite getting what Wyatt was trying to say.

  “If I want to call him Garrett, Sir, or Master…and if I want to kneel or use a chair. That kind of stuff.”

  “Wow. I know you were saying how open his family was but I wasn’t expecting that.”

  “Me neither. I don’t know what I want to do.”

  “What have you always wanted to do before?” They both knew the answer to this already, but it looked like Carter was trying to humor him. “What would have made you calm down and be more comfortable with Garrett?”

  “To kneel and let him be in charge.” It came out slightly whiny and dejected. He was going to end up looking even more ridiculous than he had before. In the past, he’d thought he’d been subtle, evidently not.

  “I don’t see the problem then. You are going to be much calmer when you’re kneeling and not trying to ignore what you need. Show them that. Show them your confident sub side. The side that kneels in the club perfectly happy at his master’s feet. They’ve only seen the ‘I’m–trying–to–act–vanilla–and–it–isn’t–working’ side. It’s not like you’re going to be naked or something. As long as it’s reasonably private in the office, do what makes you happy.”

  “Do you think it’s that simple?”

  “Yes. You’re over-thinking this. And I get why. Your family sucks when it comes to accepting you. It doesn’t sound like his family is the same way. From what you’ve said, it seems like they won’t mind.” Carter walked around, coming up beside Wyatt. Giving him a quick hug, Carter shrugged. “As long as Garrett doesn’t mind, and I know I’ve already said this, do what makes you happy.”

  “It’s just, I know how to behave in the club and I know what I like at home. I don’t know how to act other places with him. I never had to go through this with Richard.” Saying that made Wyatt think.

  Richard had never brought him home to meet his family or took him out in public as his sub anywhere besides the club. Even there, they’d been cautious and hadn’t played much. When they went out, it was as regular boyfriends. Wyatt hadn’t called him anything besides Richard when they were out in public. He was only Master at home or in the club, that was it. It seemed reasonable at the time when Richard had explained it.

  Wyatt couldn’t figure out how he felt about it all. On one hand, it made him really think about his previous Dominant. He hadn’t thought Richard had been ashamed of the dynamics in their relationship but maybe he’d missed it. On the other hand, the idea of everyone knowing was giving him hives.

  Was there a middle ground?

  Did he even want one?

  If they already knew he was a submissive and Garrett was a Dominant, was there any reason to pretend to be vanilla? He would have been more comfortable in the office if he could have knelt and related to Garrett in the context of the lifestyle. Even if they’d never moved past a business relationship, it would have made him less nuts.

  Once he’d gotten out of his parents’ h
ouse, he’d never hidden his sexual preference in the closet. However, he also hadn’t gone out of his way to show people he was any more different. These weren’t just people, though. These were Garrett’s family and co-workers. Wyatt didn’t know if that made it better or worse.

  “Richard was a dick. You were starting to realize that. Otherwise, you would have gone with him. And don’t even open your mouth, we both know I’m right.” Carter gave him this look like he wasn’t going to take any bull about it.

  Wyatt decided to ignore the comment completely.

  “What would you do if you knew, like alternative reality kind of thing, you knew everyone wouldn’t care and was entirely open to whatever you did? You walk in there in some kind of naughty French maid costume and they wouldn’t even think it was odd at all. What would you do then?”

  It should have been harder to answer but Wyatt knew exactly how that would go. Even though the maid’s outfit was probably more Carter’s fantasy than his. “I’d walk in. Say hi, that kind of stuff. Then I’d ask if Master was busy. When I got in his office, I’d kneel and then we’d talk.”

  “So do it.”

  “No!”

  “He likes you…head-over-heels kind of likes you. He’s not going to get upset. Now you have to get going or you’re going to be late.”

  Something on Wyatt’s face must have given him away because Carter snorted again. “Didn’t think I knew you were stalling, huh? Go.”

  Wyatt was unceremoniously marched to the door. “But…”

  “Nope. Go. Talk about your list with your master and have a fun evening. Don’t overthink it.” Carter was firm and strangely cheerful. He looked like he enjoyed making Wyatt nuts.

  Wyatt wouldn’t have been nearly as embarrassed, except Mrs. Jenkins chose that moment to walk up to the door. She didn’t even pause. She just gave them a sweet smile and inclined her head slightly. “So you have a new beau. That’s wonderful, dear. You’ve been alone since you moved here, and we were starting to get worried.”