Chapter 9

The next slap, on his upper thighs, jerked a yelp from him. He pressed his eyes shut and bit into his tongue to keep from letting out a string of every swear word he knew, in three languages, hating that the final eight took longer than the first ones had. He wasn’t sure if he wanted to snarl at Dallas for that extra one he’d slipped in, or sink to his knees and beg his forgiveness.

This fucker is turning me into a complete headcase. He clenched his jaw, staring straight ahead as Dallas lifted him off his lap and set him on his feet.

His expression seemed to amuse the Dom. “Do you plan to apologize or are you going to stand there and sulk?”

“I’m not f—” What are you doing, Pendejo? He groaned and shook his head. “I am sorry, but I’m also kinda pissed.”

“At me or yourself?”

That was the real question, wasn’t it? Being angry at Dallas would be easy, but he hadn’t wanted to punish Keiran. His own behavior had forced the issue. His throat worked as he swallowed his pride, sinking into the space he’d craved, but resisted once he’d found it because it meant accepting his own failures. And how poorly suited he was to be anyone’s sub.

Even for one night.

“Hey.” Dallas stood, catching Keiran’s wrist before he could rub away the tears that spilled with his fist, and gently drying them with his thumb. “You’ll get there, be patient with yourself. You took the punishment better than some much more experienced subs. You must’ve seen Matt a time or two? He struggles every time, but still needs that edge of control. I was hoping I wouldn’t have to hold you down. I’m proud of you.”

Those words…

The tightness in Keiran’s chest eased as the warmth of Dallas’s praise took its place. “You are?”

“I am.” Dallas curved his hand around the back of Keiran’s neck, leaning in to brush a kiss over his lips. “And the apology is much more pleasant when it’s not part of the punishment. Some Doms prefer to make it so, but I don’t.”

“How could—”

“Try not to find out. That would be the club apology and you will not enjoy it.” Dallas’s hard gaze left no room for debate. Then his expression softened. “If you’re uncomfortable getting on your knees for me, I’ll take the words, Keiran.”

Shaking his head, Keiran lowered to his knees, wetting his lips, smiling a little at the approval in Dallas’s eyes. This was better. He really should’ve started with this.

When he said so, Dallas chuckled. “I definitely wouldn’t have objected to that.” He freed his dick. “Latch your hand to your wrist behind your back and relax your jaw. I’m going to enjoy that pretty mouth.”

Now that Keiran could do. His lips curved and he held Dallas’s gaze, easily taking him in all the way, comfortably swallowing around him, enjoying the length and girth of his long, hard dick. The thick head hit the back of his throat and his pulse quickened as he imagined how it would feel stretching him open. Damn, but the man could probably make some good money with that fucking gorgeous cock. He was as big as some of the more popular porn stars in the industry.

Definitely bigger than Maxime.

Finding a rhythm for his quick breaths as Dallas lazily fucked his mouth, Keiran dared to use a few tricks of the trade to increase the Dom’s enjoyment. The one thing he’d used in the past that had men coming back for seconds when he was interested in more.

With a hum, he let his throat vibrate, curling his tongue along the underside of Dallas’s cock as he eased out, then back in.

Hand to the back of Keiran’s head, Dallas swore under his breath. “Holy fuck, you’re good at that.” He thrust in harder. “Are you trying to make me come before I can take that sweet ass, sub?”

Mischief in his gaze, Keiran tried to tell Dallas, without words, that he could definitely have both. He tightened his throat, using the pressure of his tongue to stimulate every place on the man’s dick he knew would set him off.

“God.” Dallas drove into his mouth, coming down his throat, hand fisted in his hair. He breathed hard for a few seconds, then growled and lifted Keiran off the floor and tossed him on the bed. Climbing over him, he slid his lips into a dangerous smile that was sexy as hell. “Naughty sub. I’d punish you for Topping from the bottom, but I’d prefer to torture you until your begging gets me hard again.”

Holding both Keiran’s wrists over his head with one hand, Dallas claimed his lips, brushing a touch down his chest. Around one nipple in a slow circle, before pinching lightly, increasing the pressure as Keiran’s back arched.

When he hissed in a breath, Dallas smiled against his lips. “Very sensitive here, aren’t we?”

“Little bit.” Keiran panted as Dallas bent down to catch his nipple between his teeth, crying out as he bit down harder while wrapping his hand around Keiran’s dick to stroke him. “Oh God, that feels good.”

“If you come, we’ll start over until you gain some control. Which can be a very, very long process.” The warning edge in Dallas’s tone had precum beading at the tip of Keiran’s dick. He smoothed his thumb over it, then brought it to his lips. “I’m fine either way.”

Sliding further down his body, Dallas used his mouth, his tongue, his teeth to wake every nerve, leaving red marks all over Keiran’s flesh. When he took Keiran in his mouth, Keiran grabbed the headboard, hips jerking as he struggled to rein himself in. The heat surrounding him, bringing him so close to release, had him sucking air through parted lips.

Then Dallas used the saliva slicking over his balls, down his crack, to penetrate him with one finger. Two. His mouth worked over Keiran’s length as he curved his fingers, as though determined to set him off.

He stopped at the very last second. Gripped the base of Keiran’s dick and gave him an evil smile. “Well done. Do you think you can keep holding back while I’m fucking you?”

Dazed, Keiran nodded, then shook his head as Dallas slipped from the bed, returning with a condom and a bottle of lube. He tore the foil pack, eyes never leaving Keiran’s face as he covered and slicked himself up.

He crooked his finger at Keiran. Framed his jaw with his hand when Keiran crawled to him. “Very nice, lucero. Lie back, fingers laced behind your neck. I want to watch that tight little ass taking in every inch.”

In position, Keiran groaned as Dallas lifted one of his legs, folding it toward Keiran’s chest and holding it there, drizzling some lube over his hole and tossing the bottle aside before pressing in at a languorous pace. Scissored open, every bit of flexibility he’d worked on over the years came in handy as Dallas drove into him, putting just enough pressure on his hips to give his muscles a delicious burn.

“Avery might be a pretty, flexible little thing.” Dallas fucked into him faster, digging his fingers into Keiran’s thighs. “But I like the muscle on you, the way you’re built like you can’t be broken.” His next slamming thrust shifted the bed. “Like you can take anything I want to do to you.”

“Yes...fuck…” Keiran clamped his lips shut, moaning when Dallas didn’t stop, but needing to apologize anyway. “I’m sorry, you’re making it hard to keep the dirty words out of my mouth.”

With a deep laugh, Dallas leaned over him, stretching him even more. “This is the one time you get a pass, sweet boy. So use it well.”

The steady pounding resumed and Keiran swore with his cries until his voice was raw and nothing else came out besides unintelligible pleas. He whimpered when Dallas fisted his dick, pumping in time to his thrusts.

He came hard, shaking, gasping in air as the pressure and the burn lit every inch of his body like he’d been covered in gasoline. The flames consumed him, powerful, beautiful as he lost himself in the glow.

When he came down, Dallas kissed him. Still hard, deep inside him.

His brow rose. “I don’t believe I gave you permission to come, did I?”

Oh. My. God.

Excitement and dread made for a strange mix, but left Keiran feeling a little high as Dallas fucked him until he hardened again. And again.

By the time Dallas let him sleep, he was better at holding back his release. Not perfect, but he was determined to get there.

Once he recovered.

The next morning, Keiran was surprised to see Dallas still sleeping by his side. He’d gotten so used to being alone, and before that to having Maxime slip out right after he was done using him. Damn it, this was almost too good to be true.

Head on the pillow, he smiled, blushing when Dallas opened his eyes and smiled back at him.

Brushing his knuckles down his jaw, Dallas leaned in for a soft kiss. “No bad feelings this morning?”

“Nope.” His brow furrowed as he shifted, his well-used ass protesting the motion. He hadn’t been this sore in years and it was fucking amazing. “You’ll need to take some pity on my ass though. I’m usually the one wrecking the other guy.”

“Nice change?”

“Very nice.” Keiran bit his bottom lip, the morning haze making him wonder if he’d been wrong about the man. Maybe this wouldn’t be a wham-bam-thank-you-ma’am kinda deal. Or didn’t have to be? He ducked his head. “If you want, I could make that five-star meal breakfast? Or breakfast and dinner? I enjoy cooking, so both works.”

Smooth, brown skin glistened over chiseled muscles as Dallas stretched, nodding once, giving him a crooked grin. “You aren’t expecting an objection, are you? I never say no to a good meal. All subs should spoil their Doms the morning after an intense scene. I believe it’s a rule.”

Yes!

Keiran barely managed to hold back the urge to give a fist bump as he hopped out of bed and pulled on some boxers. Spoil Dallas with food? That was something he could definitely do. And if he couldn’t keep the man coming back for more with his amazing blowjob skills?

He made his way to the kitchen to fire up every burner.

They do say the way to a man’s heart...

“Just wait until he tastes my crepes.” He got out all the ingredients, humming to himself. “And he’ll be half in love after he has one bite of my soufflé.”

...is through his stomach.