Page 10 of For Life

“As for aftercare, do you want the same as what I got? Hold you until you say otherwise, water and help cleaning up?”

Maxx agreed and I refilled the cup he’d given me before returning to wipe my hands clean one more time. I figured that was all I needed to begin, with the option to pause and discuss as we went.

“Well, then, you may strip and get on your knees for me,” I commanded in a sweet voice, watching Maxx confirm that he wasn’t wearing underwear and that happy trail led to a sizable erection and deliciously hairy and muscular thighs. He set his clothes and shoes aside and knelt before me on my perch. Swallowing hard, I dropped my aftercare blanket and stood over him, “Our scene is beginning now.”

Seeing the large, authoritative man on his knees, completely at my mercy, was fucking powerful. With Cielo, I was playing with a sub who was smaller than me and more experienced. The control I felt bringing someone older but new to kink, someone with a similar height and build to me, under my direction, had my cock standing at attention for the cop. Maxx was breathing heavily, mouth slightly open, knees almost touching, and arms slack. I grabbed a pup pad from the nearby supplies table and tucked it between his legs before continuing.

“Hands behind your back, however they are comfortable.” I knew from experience that the thicker the biceps, the harder to clasp hands behind you was. Toeing at his thighs to spread the pad and see more of his full balls beneath a thatch of black curls, I commanded, “Knees further apart.”

Maxx complied and I began circling him, running my nails along his shoulders and chest, moving slowly until I’d made a full circle and was facing him again. Tapping his bottom lip, he stuck his tongue out like I hoped.

“Good, very good,” I slipped my thumb inside as Maxx’s cheeks turned pink under his tan complexion, “keep your mouth open, I want to see you drool for me. That’s right, and eyes stay on me.”

Less than an hour before, this man hadmeon my knees, coming with his hands and words. I loved the exchange of power, and didn’t truly feel, until that moment, that I was a switch. This was sensual dominance instead of sexual, but I couldn’t help noticing the string of pre-cum leaking from his purple tip.

It was my turn.

Chapter seven

MAXX

ANTTOYINGWITHMYMOUTH, keeping eye contact and practically owning my body, had me trembling and aching.

It would be easy to take over. I would just stand up, or say red, and Ant would have no control over me. But I wanted to see it through. And my dick was ready to burst when Ant told me I was doing good while fingering my mouth. I was embarrassed and turned on all at once.

My knees ached, not used to being on the hard floor, my shoulders ached from holding the pose, but all of my attention was on Ant’s face and Ant’s words. When I wasn’t peaking glances straight ahead at their dick. It would be so easy for them to swap their fingers for the thick length. It was clean shaven and cut, unlike mine, but despite wanting it in my mouth desperately all I cared about was doing what Ant said. I went somewhere in my head, just letting Ant play with me while drool leaked out of my mouth and down my chest.

I’d always felt nurturing towards partners, and thought Daddy might fit me. When holding and caring for Ant after their scene, I had that same instinct to protect and look after them, but more intensely. Not that they wanted or needed a Daddy as far as I knew. But the feeling of rightness was present. Yet there I was, on the floor, drooling and whimpering for them.

Guess I was a switch, and not just a Dom? That was a revelation. Could Daddies be switches? It would make sense, since some littles were switches. I knew power play went both ways, and that many people were both. I really wanted to return the favor with Ant.

My urge to take over drifted as I melted into Ant’s soft scratches and gentle rubbing with their calloused hands. They stopped touching me for only a moment and I felt bereft until Ant rubbed at my wrists and pulled my hands apart. The massage continued from the tips of my fingers, up my arms, and to my shoulders. When Ant reached my neck, they grabbed a wipe to clean my drying drool.

“You did so well, Maxx,” they whispered in my ear. “Time to lay down now.”

Their gentle touch turned more solid as they guided me onto my side. The ground felt soft, and I saw the rainbow colors of Ant’s blanket. Oh, that meant it was over? I wanted to be sad or mad—maybe frustrated that I was still hard as a rock—but when Ant wrapped his arms around me and continued rubbing my chest, I had no reason to feel anything but contentment.

The cuddling surprised me. Not that Ant did it, but how much I enjoyed it. It wasn’t about leading to sex or sleep, it was for me to feel safe. My mind reeled at all the new emotions and lessons learned as I took in that care without argument.

So, I was a switch, probably. A Daddy, maybe? Primal and into Ant, definitely.

“Thank you, for this and the scene before,” I murmured when I heard people talking about the club being locked up for the night. It had to be two am, though maybe later since the doors closed at two and the club was open until three for people to come down from scenes. Moving to sit up, I was both relaxed and sore. It felt good, like a perfect workout that also exercised my emotions. I needed to go home, cum, and sleep for a solid eight hours. “I guess we need to get dressed now.”

Ant sat up behind me, stretching with arms wide and back arched. “Yeah, sadly it’s too cold out at night to go nude.”

That made me laugh, “It’s also illegal on every street with a playground or childcare.”

“You say illegal,” Ant stood with a huge grin and held their hand out to help me up, “I say it’s dark out.”

Rolling my eyes at them, I got up and dusted myself off, looking around to see only a few people and that the lights were a bit brighter. The music had also been switched to mellow and instrumental. There was one couple getting dressed beside the cage, with the older man looking like he was just happily beaten within an inch of his life. A was guiding the door-person I’d met, Rainbow, in cleaning. I hadn’t noticed anything while playing with Ant or afterwards.

It all came rushing in as I slipped on my pants, careful not to snag my bits, and located my shirt. Someone had put my half-buttonless shirt and jacket on top of the box we’d played on. Getting dressed slowly, I noticed Ant were more focused on cleaning each space they’d touched and retrieving their tail.

Ant was so young, only barely legal to drink if I remembered correctly from taking statements at Shepherd’s Kitchen after the shooting. I’d been attracted to them then, but thought they were far too young and out for me. I’d noticed their crop top and cut off shorts under the chef’s apron, and had appreciated the view after seeing they weren’t a teenager. Watching Ant furtively while making sure my wallet and phone were still in my jacket—because that had been a stupid move to drop it randomly— I wondered if this was it.

No, I wouldn’t let this be it.

“So, that was fun, right?”