Do What You Want Page 5

  Reginald knew that Preston was his forever.

  Reginald swallowed the lump that formed and turned to grab his phone from the nightstand, swiping his finger over the screen in a pattern to unlock the phone. He opened his Internet browser and went to a special site, searching for a specific item. He was going to buy something for Preston. He had to.

  Reginald was going to collar Preston if the other man would have him.

  Hearing the door to the master bathroom open, Reginald glanced up, confused. When had Preston gone into the bathroom?

  All thought fled his mind when he saw Preston standing in the doorway wearing a light-pink silk halter-style baby-doll with lighter-pink fur around the collar, the lapels, and the hem. Wrapped around Preston’s waist was a pair of see-through pink manties. As Reginald’s eyes traveled over Preston’s form, he realized that the slim man’s skin was shimmering, and he grinned as he saw the minute flecks of gold glitter on Preston’s flesh. Preston’s feet were lovingly wrapped in a pair of high heels that had pink fur along the top.

  Reginald rose from his position on the bed, placed his phone on the nightstand, and stalked across the floor, meeting Preston in the middle of the room. He lifted his hand and buried it in Preston’s hair, which smelled faintly of cotton candy, Reginald’s favorite scent. Reginald tilted Preston’s head back and licked a line from Preston’s ear to the base of Preston’s neck before he bit the exposed flesh. He felt his already hard cock twitch as Preston grunted and moaned when he felt Reginald bite him, and Reginald sucked on the abused skin, making sure to lick and then kiss it before moving on to do the same thing to the other side of Preston’s neck.

  Preston wasn’t idle. This wasn’t a scene. There weren’t any parameters set— yet— and so Preston had free reign, and Reginald allowed him to touch as he wanted. He would pull Preston back from the edge when it was time. The leash only stretched so far for them.

  Reginald groaned as Preston’s fingers moved over his shoulders down to his pecs. While Preston was barely clothed in a silk lingerie number, Reginald had been ready for bed and stood in front of his boy in nothing but his boxer briefs, which were even now straining over his thick shaft.

  Reginald pushed his hands beneath the panels of Preston’s baby-doll outfit and ran his fingertips up and down the skin of Preston’s back before trailing his nails along the flesh of Preston’s stomach up to his nipples with one hand while the other kept Preston standing. Reginald plucked Preston’s nipples, playing the taut nubs like the strings of a harp. Listening to Preston’s harsh, labored breathing, his gasps, and the moans that flowed out of his full lips like a beautiful melody, Reginald closed his eyes and smiled.

  Reginald’s heart beat in time with Preston’s sounds of desire, and Reginald pushed his other hand down the back of Preston’s manties, searching for the puckered hole that he knew awaited him. Finding it, Reginald circled the entrance with a finger, tapping it gently as he lowered his head and sucked Preston’s nipple between his lips. He lifted his head and pulled his hand out of the back of Preston’s manties, ignoring the sub’s protest, because… oh yes… the scene was getting ready to start now… and sucked his finger in his mouth.

  “Word?”

  Reginald watched as Preston took a shuddering breath, his body trembling slightly. Preston’s eyes barely dilated; his cock leaked another obscene amount of precum against the front of his manties. Reginald watched as Preston took a deep breath, his Adam’s apple moving up and down, and knew he was going to lick and bite that piece of flesh. He was feeling extremely carnivorous this evening.

  “Daffodils.”

  “Good boy.” Reginald slid his wet finger back into Preston’s manties and pushed it against the clenching hole of Preston’s body, tickling and teasing. Not entering, but hinting at the possibility that he might push the finger in. “No speaking unless I ask you a direct question. You can moan and groan, show me your pleasure, let me know how much you like it, but that is all. Do you understand?”

  Preston nodded. “Yes, Sir.”

  “Good boy.” Reginald pressed the tip of his finger inside, holding Preston with his other arm, when the sub twitched and moaned. “No coming until I tell you to. But you know this. Don’t you, Preston?”

  “Yes, Sir.”

  Reginald grinned. “You did very well today. I think you’ve earned a present.” And with that, Reginald pulled his finger free of Preston’s body and lifted the smaller man up into his arms and carried him over to the bed. Placing Preston on the bed in the center, on his hands and knees, Reginald walked over to the head of the bed and squatted down to grab the rope they always pushed down to hide from the children. Pulling it up, Reginald walked over toward Preston, looping and pulling the rope to make one knot before wrapping the rope a few times around Preston’s wrist and arm, knotting it every so often. He pulled the end of the rope down to secure it to the headboard and walked around to the other side of the bed to do the same thing to Preston’s other arm.

  When Reginald was finished with the rope, Preston’s upper body was restrained with three different ropes, using the Shibari method. Reginald thrilled at the sight of his design and marks on his boy. Walking down to the foot of the bed, he pulled Preston’s manties down to his knees before going to his bag and pulling out his crop. Squeezing the globes of Preston’s round bottom, Reginald pulled back his hand and brought it down sharply on Preston’s upturned ass. He licked his lips when he saw the tanned flesh turn pink. Lifting his hand again, Reginald smacked Preston’s other butt cheek. He continued to spank Preston, thrilling at the sound of Preston’s grunts, groans, hisses, and moans for more.

  When Preston’s ass was a deep-pink color, Reginald lifted his crop in his hand and stepped back from the bed in order to make sure he had enough room and the impact was truly felt. He ran the tip of the crop up and down the rounded globes of Preston’s ass before smoothing it up and down the inside of his cheeks. Reginald could tell from the slight tremble of Preston’s body that his boy was trying very hard not to move. To not thrust back, or perhaps to not shy away. Either way, he was being very good.

  “Good boy,” Reginald praised Preston. “Count. Five strokes for each side.”

  Without waiting for an acknowledgement of his instructions, because he didn’t need one, Reginald lifted the crop and brought it down softly against Preston’s left ass cheek.

  “One, Sir?” Preston replied.

  Reginald could tell that Preston was surprised by the first stroke since it had not been as strong or as sharp as he’d expected, but as a Dom, it was Reginald’s job to keep Preston on his toes, and so he did. The next smack was just as gentle, and so Preston relaxed, never expecting the third smack which was a harsh smack against the bottom of the curve of his ass.

  “Three, Sir!” Preston gasped.

  The next smack was just as breath-stealing, as were the next two. Seven and eight were gentle. They were preceded by Reginald running the tip of his crop along the now dark-red flesh of Preston’s bottom, which bore the marks of Reginald’s crop, and atop his hand, with Preston’s Shibari-bound body as a deliciously, beautiful backdrop.

  Reginald was so turned on, in such a Dom headspace, his body felt weightless. Only his hands felt heavy. Present. His brain was focused on what he was doing, but the rest of him felt as if he were high. Flying. As if he were on drugs.

  Reginald could tell he was bringing his sub pleasure. Knew that he was giving his boy what he needed. As he assessed the other man, Reginald’s eyes and brain hyperfocused, Reginald noticed Preston’s breathing was speeding up slightly, signaling that his boy was on the brink of an orgasm. Tsk, tsk, tsk. That just wouldn’t do. Not yet anyway.

  Reginald finished dispensing the final two licks with the crop before returning it to the bag. He moved to the foot of the bed and placed his hands on the red flesh of Preston’s ass. He shushed and soothed Preston when the slimmer man hissed at the contact. Pulling the globes of the man’s ass apart, Reginald licked
a long line from the top of Preston’s crease to his perineum. Reginald sucked one of Preston’s testicles into his mouth, lashing it with his tongue, before moving on to the other. He then licked his way back up to Preston’s hole.

  Swirling his tongue around the puckered entrance, Reginald wriggled the tip of the wet muscle deep inside, trying to taste all of Preston that he could. Reginald moaned as the most intimate, most potent part of Preston’s body wafted over his taste buds. Reginald pressed his face as close as he could get as he fucked Preston’s channel with his tongue, reaching around to take hold of Preston’s cock.

  Reginald pinched the piece of skin just between Preston’s shaft and his balls. Preston let out a loud and harsh cry, trying to wriggle away, but Reginald refused to let him. He then took hold of Preston’s balls and pulled on them as he continued to lick, suck, and nibble on Preston’s asshole.

  Finally, unable to deny himself anymore, and with Preston slapping his hands on the bed, and Reginald’s mind hearing past cries of Preston pleading, “Please, Sir, please, fuck me,” the sound practically ringing in his ear, Reginald pushed his boxer briefs down and grabbed the lube off the side table as well as a condom. Rolling the condom down his extremely hard length, Reginald then poured the slippery liquid onto his fingers before spreading it along his dick.

  Stepping up to the edge of the bed, Reginald pressed the tip of his cock against Preston’s hole, running his fingers along Preston’s feet still in his heels, smiling and shivering as a shot of lust ripped through him. Pushing his length deep inside of Preston’s body, Reginald knew he would be writing a thank you letter to the creator of the heels Preston had been wearing off and on all day. He pushed that thought out of his mind as he started to thrust in and out of his sub’s body, the feeling of Preston’s tight channel surrounding him too exquisite to do anything but give it his full attention.

  Reginald withdrew his cock slowly until only the head remained inside of Preston’s body and then slammed forward. He repeated this action until he had Preston mindless and chanting his name beneath him. Realizing that Preston was disobeying him, Reginald stopped the movement of his hips and lifted his body away from Preston’s. Reaching over into the top drawer of the nightstand, Reginald grabbed the hairbrush from within. He watched as Preston’s eyes widened. Preston shook his head, and Reginald sighed.

  “You were saying my name. Even if it was in passion, you were speaking. Now you must be punished.” He shook his head. “Count them.” With the bristles facing Preston’s skin, Reginald gave Preston five smacks on his balls and ass. When he was finished, he laved the abused area with his tongue, loving on the red flesh before standing and pushing his cock back into Preston’s clenching hole, reminding him to keep quiet. Then he switched his motions and entered slowly and pulled out quickly. When Preston was moaning constantly, his hands squeezing and clawing at the sheets beneath him, and Reginald felt his own balls lifting up close to his body, Reginald knew it was finally time to take things over the cliff.

  Leaning over Preston’s body, Reginald slid his hands beneath Preston’s shoulders and slammed his hips forward in an erratic rhythm. Placing his lips next to Preston’s ear, Reginald reached down with one hand to grip Preston’s cock and stroked from the base to the tip once… twice…

  “Come,” he ordered.

  Preston shuddered in Reginald’s arms, his body tightening on Reginald’s cock as he twitched and spasmed, the grip on his erection sending Reginald hurtling headfirst into his own orgasm. He threw his head back and growled between clenched teeth. He wrapped both arms around Preston’s body as he shook and twitched before finally collapsing atop the smaller man.

  It took several long minutes before Reginald could finally pull himself together enough to pull himself out of Preston’s body and climb off him. Reginald made sure to dispose of the condom properly, grimacing at the mess, before turning to walk back into the bedroom. He slowly and gently untied Preston from the bed, rubbing the feeling back into his arms and torso. Reginald rubbed the special oils he applied whenever he used the ropes on Preston into the slimmer man’s skin before rubbing aloe vera into his boy’s ass and the tops of his thighs wherever the flesh was abused. He smiled when he heard the soft sigh Preston released and shifted his boy on the bed before removing his shoes and his manties completely. He’d let him sleep in the baby-doll outfit.

  Reginald climbed into bed after washing up and lifted Preston until he was settled half on and half off his body. Reginald ran his hand up and down Preston’s back. He pressed a kiss onto Preston’s forehead and sighed in contentment.

  “We’ll go get tested this week,” he stated offhandedly. “I’m sick of using condoms. You’re it for me. Unless you don’t want this or don’t want me, I love you not just as my sub, but as my partner. I want to collar you and to make this long-term. So we’ll do a collaring ceremony and ditch the condoms.”

  Reginald felt Preston tense for only a second before he sighed again and pressed a kiss to Reginald’s chest. When he looked up at Reginald, he had a big grin on his face with tears in his eyes. Preston nodded.

  “That was the bossiest, most no-nonsense proposal I’ve ever heard, and if I didn’t know you so well, I wouldn’t know that was your way of asking, so my answer is yes. I want this to be long-term. I would love for you to collar me, and I would love to get tested and get rid of the condoms. Thank you. I love you too.”

  Reginald exhaled and pressed his lips to Preston’s in a toe-curling kiss that made his heart skip a beat. When the kiss ended, he grinned at the dazed look on Preston’s face and ran his fingers through Preston’s hair.

  “Thank you for letting me order you around about this.”

  Preston winked. “I told you. As long as you love me and treat me right, you can do what you want.”

  Reginald let out a laugh before settling down to sleep with the man he planned to spend the rest of his life with. He wasn’t exactly sure what was coming for them, but he knew that they would handle it together. Besides, if either he or Preston started to feel overwhelmed, Reginald would just have to make sure that he found them a faulty elevator and got them caught inside for an hour…

  Or two.

  The End (for now)

  Author Bio

  Vicktor “Vic” Alexander wrote his first story at the age of ten and hasn’t stopped writing since. He loves reading about anything and everything and is a proud member of the little known U.N. group (Undercover Nerds) because while he lives, eats, breathes, and sleeps sports, he also breathes history, fantasy, and science fiction and grew up a Trekkie. But don’t ask him about Dungeons & Dragons, because he has no idea how to play that game. When it comes to writing, he loves everything from paranormal to contemporary to fantasy to historical and is known not only for being the Epilogue King but also for writing stories that cross lines and boundaries that he doesn’t know are there. Vic is a proud father of two daughters, one of whom watches over him from Heaven with his deceased partner, Christopher. Vic is a proud trans* and gay man, and when he is not writing, he is hanging out with his friends, or being distracted by videos of Torchwood, Game of Thrones, Scandal, Criminal Minds, Doctor Who, Downton Abbey, The Big Bang Theory, Modern Family, or ones starring John Barrowman, Jason Momoa (mmm, Khal Drogo), Scott Hoying, and Shemar Moore. Vicktor has published numerous bestselling novels and has a WIP list that makes him exhausted just thinking about. He knows that he will be still be writing about hot men falling in love with each other long after he is living in an assisted living facility, flirting with the hot male nurses.

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