Page 12 of There’s a Way (Mythic Beast #2)
Will
Even with the crying jag after milking, Davy and I had a fantastic day together, and it was a full day that ended with another workout once our food had settled, which I was happier about than my boy, and then a nice relaxing swim.
I put him on the fucking station in my bedroom and fucked him long and hard before we finally went to bed. He asked permission to orgasm, which I allowed, and thankfully there were no tears when he didn’t ejaculate and was still just as horny after it was over.
“Fuck, Master! Oh, God. I orgasmed without coming! Fuck! I still need to come!”
I aimed towards his prostate a few strokes and his ass tightened oh-so-deliciously around me, closing and opening over and over, his body desperately trying to ejaculate when there was nothing there.
“My slave. My body to treat as I wish.” If tears were going to come, I needed to know. We’d deal with whatever happened with Micca the following night, but I needed to know where my boy’s head was.
“Yes, Master. Yours! Fuck , everything’s yours. I love you, Master!”
I slowed long enough to lean forward and kiss the back of his head. “I love you too, boy.”
And then I grabbed the fucking machine handholds and went to town on my boy's ass, so there were no more words from either of us.
There are certain rituals I put into our day meant as reminders of my boy’s status, and one of those is me taking the condom off where I stand and letting it hit the floor, so Davy has to throw it away and clean the mat.
It’s one of those cushiony mats that go in front of a kitchen sink.
I needed something so the fluids and constant cleaning didn’t fuck up the hardwood floor, so if I was going to buy a mat, it may as well be all soft and pillowy.
All this to say, I went to the bathroom and cleaned my dick while my boy cleaned up my mess. I’d put a nice fat plug in him and then used baby wipes all around it, so it wasn’t necessary for him to clean up in the bathroom.
It’d been a long day for both of us, and we fell asleep quickly.
I woke with a hard-on, of course, and I pulled my slave’s plug from his ass and then fucked him with only the lube on the condom.
One of Davy’s jobs is to completely strip the sheets every morning and make it up fresh, all the way to the bedspread and the fancy pillows my decorator said were necessary.
She knows me, though, so the pillows also act as bolsters, which sometimes come in handy to prop a slave on, to get the angles just right.
So, I dumped the condom on the bed after I fucked him, and then I went to the shower.
I didn’t allow him an orgasm, so there were no issues with the after-effects of milking, and I was of a mind to do the same during our session with Micca.
I didn’t mind him crying, but I had a feeling he’d be mortified to cry in front of her, so I didn’t want to do that to him.
My boy thrives when properly humiliated and reminded of his place, but making him cry in front of Micca would be the wrong kind of humiliation.
Our contract said no emotional sadism, and it felt like that might be bordering on an area he’d specifically spoke up against. He denied me so few things, it felt even more important to give him the things he’d asked for.
We went to the Stringer’s Ridge trailhead and ran the trails.
I’ve come up with a loop that includes some or all of three trails — the Blue Loop, Hill City, and the Double J.
All are smooth without too many roots and give a nice variety of steep up-and-down sections with a few gradual elevation changes.
In total, it ends up being around seven miles.
No way could Davy have managed the entire run when he first came to me, but we only stopped once to take in a gorgeous view of the city for a few minutes, and he mostly kept up.
I had to jog in place and wait for him at the top of a couple of steep sections, but he did good.
Mac ran ahead of us and Ranger followed behind, and I’m pretty sure both of them have to slow down to hit my pace. Bugs me because I like to think I’m in top shape, but it’s good my security guards are in better shape, I suppose.
On the ride back to the Beast Castle, Davy was telling us a story from the Girls’ Night Out he’d gone on with the ol’ladies, and when he told us about Bethany dirty dancing with the pros on stage at the end of the show at The Diamond Club, I told him, “I’m going to assume Bethany’s men know about this or she wouldn’t do it, but it’s probably still bad form to tell tales about her in front of two of her men. ”
“ Fuck .” He took a breath and looked to the front. “I’m sorry, guys. Bethany’s cool, and I’m not into boobs, but if I was, then, well, damn .”
Ranger was driving, and he chuckled and looked in the rearview mirror. “We are well aware of what Bethany can do on a dance floor, and she has permission to dirty dance as much as she wants on those nights so long as the clothes stay on and she doesn’t have any orgasms with random strangers.”
“We eventually decided to tell her she can orgasm with the pros though,” Mac said. “We don’t always allow it, but when she’s been especially good, we do. Clothes still have to stay completely on, though.”
Davy looked at me with his brow furrowed. “I had the idea that poly groups are rare, but first Heather, and now your bodyguards? I mean, I already knew about Bethany and her men, but that’s two poly groups.”
“Kirsten’s in one,” Ranger said. “And Bud down in Atlanta. I can’t think of anyone else you might know.”
“Cam goes on Girls’ Night Out ,” Mac said.
“Oh,” Davy said. “I actually knew about Cam. Cassie goes with us, too, and then their two Doms pick them up at the end of the night. I’m surprised about Bud, though. I’ve met him and Nicki, but never their other people?”
“Their third is agoraphobic,” I told him.
“He rarely leaves the house. My designer, Dana, is a switch, and she has both a Dom and a sub, plus another Dom for her sub, whom she’s close friends with, but there’s no sex.
A more complicated poly group. She’s married to her Dom, and her sub is married to his Dom, but they’re a whole lot more than two couples. ”
“Moira goes on Girls’ Night Out sometimes, have you met her?” Ranger asked.
“I don’t think so,” Davy said. “It’s a lot of people, and I stick with Matty, which means we are mostly with the ol’ladies and their closest friends. There were three stretch limos full of people in the last one! Ours had twelve women, and I think the others were full, too.”
“Thirty-four women, so not quite,” Mac said.
At Davy’s surprised look, Ranger said, “We weren’t assigned to Bethany, to give her some space, but we acted as security.”
Davy was tired from the run, but that’s an excellent time to work out, so I pushed him through yet another workout before we finally showered and got ready for our date with Micca.
I knew what I was wearing, but what did I want to put Davy in? We’d be in disguise, and he looks like someone else when he plasters his hair back, so perhaps I’d let him meet her with his hair normal, and then put the gel on later? Yes. She should meet him with his hair looking all sexy as fuck.
Also, the super-low jeans that made his ass look mouthwatering from behind, and made you wonder all kinds of things about his cock from the front.
No, I’d be in a suit, and Davy should be in one, too.
But it was important he didn’t realize how much thought I was putting into this, lest I make him nervous with my own anxiety.
These two already knew each other, so it wasn’t like they were meeting for the first time, but it would presumably be the first time Micca would look at Davy as a possible sex partner, and it was important she see the possibilities when the door first opened.