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  Somehow, Andy had a hunch that CK was the real deal, though.

  Andy caught himself checking the jeans for the fourth time -- fifth, if you counted yesterday. Which he shouldn’t, because he needed to stop obsessing about obsessing and actually get out the door. He had prepared himself thoroughly, and he was ready. Willing himself not to have a final glance, he grabbed his car keys and headed out. It was time to get a spanking.

  ***

  CK came to the club early, hanging out at the bar and taking in the atmosphere of his new club. He liked what he saw, mainly because the scene was so diverse here. There were slave boys kneeling and licking boots right next to a couple having great fun with a soft suede flogger that would feel more like a caress than a lash. And there wasn’t any of the “I’m tougher than you” competition that he hated. In CK’s opinion, BDSM was all about getting what you needed and not about who could be more macho or take the hardest whipping.

  In his old club, he had once come across a bunch of newbies who were playing “who can make the sub come first.” The object of their attention had been a very young twink, up for the game, but quite embarrassed by it at the same time. After watching them do nipple play, a flogging, and some rather inexperienced CBT and only succeeding in getting the boy half hard, he had asked to have a go. When he let go of the gasping boy, the sub was close to coming all over himself just from CK’s kiss. It just went to show that sometimes less was more.

  Well, either that or that CK was a really good kisser. CK smiled to himself at the memory, letting his eyes slide over the room to keep an eye out for his date.

  A couple of subs had tried their luck with him, but he was waiting for Andy. His new acquaintance had been in his thoughts since last week -- much to CK’s surprise, actually. Their scene hadn’t been that intense; as a matter of fact, it had hardly been a scene at all. But there was something about the unpredictability of the sub that intrigued CK. His thoughts had kept straying back to Andy all week, making his meetings at the headquarters a great deal more exciting than they should have been. In a not so productive and occasionally embarrassing way.

  What CK had thought about was the vulnerable expression on Andy’s face when he was kissed, changing into relaxed pleasure when he forgot himself. The feeling of Andy letting go of his tension while CK held him and his barely audible gasps as CK fucked him had come back to CK in little flashes ever since.

  CK had almost forgotten how good Andy looked, though. It was enough to make CK hold his breath when Andy finally walked in the door.

  The jeans Andy wore tonight made his ass look even better, and the handyman look contrasted with something a little introverted in the way he carried himself. He didn’t come across as shy, it wasn’t that. Reserved, perhaps? CK considered the term as Andy made his way across the room. CK stood up to greet Andy.

  The sub’s face lit up in a beautiful smile that almost blinded CK. That was definitely a detail he hadn’t seen before.

  “Hi! Good to see you. Am I late?” Andy sounded eager and a little out of breath. Sweet.

  “Not at all. You look good.” CK leaned in to kiss Andy, who jerked back. CK pulled away and looked questioningly at him. “Something wrong?”

  To his astonishment, Andy blushed. “No, no, not at all. I was just... No, it’s fine.” Andy smiled apologetically.

  Very weird. Then Andy seemed to make an effort to shake it off and got straight down to business.

  “So, are you up for playing tonight? I really feel like doing a scene.” Andy seemed a bit like an eager puppy all of a sudden, and CK had to pull himself together to keep up. This sub’s mood swings were enough to make CK dizzy. Well, at least he knew what to do about that. He nodded.

  “Let’s play.”

  “Good. I think I’d like a flogger. One of the heavy ones, not too thin, you know? In fact, I can find the one I’m thinking about for you if...”

  CK held up one hand to silence him. Andy looked confused.

  “I’m the Dom. I decide how we play.”

  The effect of CK’s words on Andy was peculiar. CK could swear his dick hardened through the tight denim fabric, but at the same time, Andy’s shoulders tensed and his eyes got a little distant.

  “No chains. And no bullwhip; I don’t want any lasting marks. Those are hard limits. Otherwise you can do what you like.” Andy crossed his hands in front of him, fingers on one hand going white holding on to the wrist of the other.

  “Whoa, take it easy. I never said anything about bullwhips.” CK reached for Andy’s hands, gently massaging his wrists. Andy blinked and looked down at his hands as if he didn’t understand what was happening.

  “Eyes on me.” CK kept his voice soft.

  Andy obediently did so, expression confused as his eyes met CK’s. CK kept talking.

  “We’re going to have a scene, and I’ll push you, but I won’t harm you. No whips, no floggers, and no marks other than those my hands will leave on your ass.” CK kept up the gentle caress, and Andy finally relaxed his rigid grip, letting his hands be caught in CK’s.

  “Well done.”

  Andy’s attention was fully on CK now, eyes trained on his. He leaned in to kiss his sub again. Again, Andy jerked back. CK held on to the sub’s hands, not allowing Andy to go.

  “Why don’t you like to be kissed tonight?”

  Andy looked away, blushing. CK wondered if he even knew he was averting his upper body in a way that screamed how uncomfortable he was.

  “Talk to me. I can’t do what you like if I don’t know what it is.”

  “You can kiss me.” Andy still wouldn’t meet his eyes.

  “I know. Why don’t you like it? You were okay with it last week.” He took both of Andy’s hands in one of his and put his free hand under Andy’s chin, forcing Andy to look at him.

  “Last week was... like a scene, you know?”

  CK got a feeling that Andy didn’t talk about this a lot. He nodded.

  “This is... not. Yet, I mean.” Andy jerked his head away from CK’s grip and kept his eyes on the ground. “It’s okay if you want someone else, I can always find somebody to play with. I’ll be fine.” Andy didn’t seem fine; he was tense and distant again.

  “I don’t want somebody else. I want to play with you.”

  Andy relaxed a bit, letting CK turn his palm up.

  CK lifted it to his mouth. When he kissed it, Andy looked up, eyes wide. CK didn’t stop, just kept kissing his way down Andy’s palm, his eyes never leaving Andy’s. When he licked across Andy’s wrist, the sub’s eyes went cloudy. Satisfied that he had Andy’s undivided attention, he leaned in.

  “I have a room, and we’re going to go there, and I’m going to spank you. You’re going to be hot and a little sore, and you’re going to feel it all day tomorrow. Do you want to have a scene like that?”

  Andy looked a little lost, but nodded without saying anything.

  “Good. What are your safewords?”

  Andy shrugged. “Standard ones. Red and yellow.”

  CK gripped his wrists a little tighter. “No, not like that. I want it in detail. What is your stop word?”

  Andy frowned. “My stop word is red? I just told you.”

  “And what happens when you use it?”

  “I... The scene stops.” Andy stared uncomprehendingly at him.

  CK nodded. “The scene stops, no matter what. What is your slow word?”

  “My slow word is yellow.” Andy still didn’t seem to understand the ritual, but he went along with it. That was both a good and a bad sign; going with the flow was good, suppressing your own need to understand what was going on wasn’t. CK decided to be really, really careful with this one.

  “And what happens if you use it?”

  “The scene stops for a while.”

  “Yes. Good.” CK nodded. “Have you ever used them?”


  Andy started shaking his head; then he appeared to change his mind and nodded. CK frowned.

  “Does that mean yes or no?”

  Andy looked down at his hands.

  “It means I’ve used them.”

  The tension was back in Andy’s muscles, and for a moment, CK thought about calling a halt to this. He simply was getting too many mixed signals from this sub. On the other hand, a spanking wasn’t exactly hardcore, and Andy did understand the meaning of the safewords.

  “Good. I expect you to use them if you need to -- especially since we don’t know each other very well. In fact, that’s a condition for doing this. Do you understand?”

  Andy nodded mutely without looking up. That wasn’t very reassuring. CK hesitated. Then he made a decision; he was going to treat Andy as if this were the sub’s very first scene -- since that was how it seemed in so many ways.

  He took a firm grip on Andy’s hands and pulled the man through the club. He heard a surprised gasp behind him, but after the first hesitating steps, the sub obediently followed him.

  He got the key to their room and finally closed the door, the noise of the club disappearing behind it. CK cast a glance around the simply decorated room. Bed, chairs, manacles on the walls. What more could a Dom ask for?

  “I don’t think I’ve ever been in here before. Most Doms like the rooms with the crosses in them. Or at least a spanking bench. I can change your reservation for you if you need any of them; it’s just asking Toby for it...” Andy’s nervous chatter faltered as CK turned back toward him. CK stepped up close and gently stroked his cheek..

  “I don’t play like most Doms.” CK kept his voice low while he caressed Andy’s cheek. “That means this won’t be a scene like you’re used to. Relax and go with it. I’ll tell you what I want you to do; don’t try to anticipate me. Just obey.”

  Andy had been very still while CK was talking; now he let go of the breath he had been holding and relaxed his shoulders a fraction.

  “Yes. Just like that.” CK let his hand slide down Andy’s neck, noting the slight shiver under the soft skin. So sensitive.

  “You can ask if you don’t understand what I want you to do.” He let both of his hands slide through Andy’s hair, then he let them fall.

  “Now, what is your stop word?”

  There was enough confusion in Andy’s eyes to make CK feel a pang of compassion.

  “Remember the ritual? What is your stop word?”

  The sub looked so insecure. “My stop word is red?”

  CK nodded approvingly. “Yes. What happens if you use it?”

  “The scene stops.” This time, the answer came a bit more assertively.

  “Exactly. What is your slow word?”

  “My slow word is yellow.” There was no hesitation in Andy’s voice now.

  “What happens if you use it?” He never took his eyes off his sub, and he could see how Andy’s attention was on him now.

  “I get a pause.”

  “Right. And when should you use one of your safewords?”

  “I... When...” Andy seemed confused. “When I need them?”

  CK pretended not to hear the question mark. “That’s right. Good boy.” He raised his hands, again caressing Andy’s face gently.

  “You can close your eyes if you want to.” He let the caresses get firmer until he was massaging Andy’s face with slow, firm strokes. Those blue eyes stayed stubbornly open until CK’s hands moved over Andy’s jaw. As CK rubbed the tense muscles there, Andy’s eyes slid half closed, and when he let his hands follow the tension over Andy’s temples and further up, into the blond hair, his sub sighed and leaned a little bit forward, eyes now fully closed. CK’s heart jumped in the familiar way it always did when he finally had a sub’s undivided attention.

  He kept his hands in Andy’s hair, gently rubbing the scalp. Little by little, Andy let go enough to allow CK to move the sub’s head with his hands. He carefully pulled Andy’s head forward until it rested in the crook of his neck, and Andy followed his hands, breathing slowly. Then CK gradually let the massage wander back down toward Andy’s neck, slowly sliding his hands lower. He hummed approvingly as he felt the muscles there become relaxed and malleable. He kept his hands heavy, sliding and warming instead of digging in, and Andy sighed again, the tension draining out of his sub’s body as Andy leaned on him.

  CK kissed Andy’s temple and gently lifted his head back up. Andy’s eyes blinked open; he looked dazed, and CK smiled.

  “Is the scene beginning now?” Andy appeared to be trying to shake himself awake, and CK kept both hands on him to keep him in the subspace he had finally found.

  “The scene started a long time ago, boy, and you’re doing fine.” CK leaned in and gave the confused-looking sub an almost chaste kiss. Andy only tried to tense up for a moment, then he gave in, his lips soft and pliant. CK murmured encouraging sounds into the kiss, letting it go on and on. When CK finally let go, Andy’s eyes were half closed again, and he looked debauched and totally zoned out. It made CK’s heart leap.

  He reached down and grabbed Andy’s shirt, pulling it off before he removed his own shirt. Sometimes he liked to let the sub stay dressed; today, he wanted Andy to feel his hands.

  He let his eyes glide over the muscular body in front of him. Andy was every bit as hot as he remembered, and he didn’t hide his appreciation. He could have sworn Andy actually blushed a bit as CK shamelessly devoured that hot body with his eyes. He didn’t touch, though, except to undo the buttons of Andy’s jeans and pull them down to the man’s knees along with the briefs. Andy was only half hard, and the sub seemed a little self-conscious.

  CK turned and grabbed a sturdy chair, putting it in the middle of the room and sitting down. Then he grinned.

  “Over my lap, boy.” He patted his leg.

  Andy seemed paralyzed. He tried to move a leg, but put it back down.

  “This is not... Sir?” He stared pleadingly at CK.

  “This isn’t how you usually play?”

  Andy looked relieved, shaking his head.

  “I know. Now, can you lie down on my lap?”

  Andy’s eyes narrowed and he got a hostile expression in his eyes. “Of course, sir.” He took a step forward, not looking up. CK stood up quickly before Andy could move any farther.

  “Not like that.”

  The confusion and exasperation was clear on Andy’s face. CK took his sub’s head between his hands again.

  “Don’t try to escape the situation. Stay with me, even if it makes you feel vulnerable. Even if it’s hard. That’s what makes it beautiful.”

  He edged closer, letting his body warm Andy’s and giving Andy the security he was sure the man needed. “You understand?” He kept watching Andy, not allowing his sub to pull away, and felt a rush of exhilaration when he saw the hesitant nod. He leaned in and kissed Andy hard.

  “Such a good boy.” He sat down again, looking expectantly at Andy.

  “Now, boy, over my lap.”

  Andy was still swaying after the kiss, and CK took a moment to enjoy the dazed expression on his face. When he still didn’t move, CK lifted an eyebrow. Finally, Andy took a small step forward.

  “Yes!” CK’s exclamation was almost inaudible, but it worked; Andy crossed the short space between them. With a strangled noise, he lay down over CK’s legs.

  “Good boy!” CK rewarded him by stroking his back and thighs, hands heavy against his warm skin. “That was hard, wasn’t it?”

  Andy only nodded and held on to CK’s leg.

  “It was, and you still did it. Well done.” He let his hands circle, slowly and comfortingly, and he could feel Andy’s grip on his leg loosening a little. He made the circles smaller and smaller until he was focusing on the firm butt. It was as muscular as the rest of Andy’s body. Perfect, in other words. CK allowed
himself to just enjoy the beautiful body in front of him.

  “Now, I believe I promised you a spanking.” He kept up the slow rubbing. “I don’t expect you to be quiet. I hit hard. It’s going to take a while before it’s over. Use your safewords if you need them.” He let the first smack fall without further warning; the time before the first slap was always the worst for a nervous sub.

  Andy gasped even with the gentle slap. CK didn’t hesitate, but kept up an easy, slow rhythm, giving Andy a chance to breathe and willing his sub to fall into it.

  Andy was tense and breathing shallowly in the beginning, but as CK continued the unwavering pace of the spanking, he started to let go of the tension. CK didn’t go easy on him; the slaps were hard, and after a while, Andy’s exhalations were audible every time CK’s hand fell on his ass. Before long, his cheeks were a dark red color, and he had started moving with each slap. CK was pleased to notice that he was moving into CK’s hands, not away from them.

  Andy was breathing deeply now, every exhalation an almost-moan. CK was entranced by his surrender, pushing Andy deeper into the place he needed to be and taking CK with him in that connection only complete submission could give them.

  CK felt the exact moment when the pain got to be too much and threatened to overwhelm Andy. He paused, sliding his hands over the angry red buttocks in front of him, giving Andy some time to calm down. CK was hard, but he didn’t care; this was about so much more than just getting off.

  “You’re doing so well. Breathe for a bit; feel my hands.” He rubbed Andy’s cheeks, pushing an almost surprised gasp out of the sub, and he kept up the heavy massage, forcing any leftover tension out of Andy’s body. His sub relaxed even more, the big body draped over his legs. It was perfect.

  “Can I have more, sir?”

  CK was surprised by the question; Andy had been so hesitant to speak up earlier.

  “Ten more. Can you take that?” It wasn’t going to be easy, but Andy had his safewords. And it might be the way for him to finally let go. He might be relaxed, but CK hadn’t yet heard his voice for real tonight.