Little Square of Cloth Page 3

  “What do you do? I mean, for a living.”

  “I mentioned being a photographer earlier, but I do own a hardware store, which brings in a more steady income.”

  “Yeah?” Okay, that was cool. Surprising.

  “Yeah. It’s a family business. I inherited when my parents retired.What about you -- you said something about college and the internet?”

  “I went, yeah. Now I’m a web designer. Freelance, mostly.”

  “Oh, right. Cool. Do you enjoy it?”

  “I love it. Tech and creativity at the same time.” He was good at it, too.

  “I like the way your face lights up when you talk about it.”

  “It’s a good job, and I have great clients.” So far he’d been lucky, and no one had tried to screw him over like he sometimes heard.

  Rupert grinned, looking a little wicked. “It lit up more when you called me ‘Sir’.”

  “Oh. Yes, of course. Sir.” Right. He’d have to remember that.

  “If you’re finished we can move this to the playroom,” Rupert suggested.

  “It’s delicious, but yes. Yes, Sir. I’m done.” Like he could possibly eat anything anyway after the mention of a “playroom”.

  “Then follow me, boy.” Rupert stood and headed out of the kitchen.

  “Should I put the dishes in the sink?”

  Stopping, Rupert leaned on the kitchen doorframe. “Sure.”

  He nodded and put the dishes in, rinsing out the milk glasses so they didn’t get stinky.

  “You’d look even better doing that naked.”

  He looked back toward Rupert, heat flooding him.

  “Maybe a little apron to cover your dangly bits when cooking.”

  “Yes, Sir. That could be scary.”

  “If you come stay with me, cleaning and cooking will be included in your duties.”

  “I would be amenable to that, if we...” Like each other seemed like such an insipid thing to say.

  Rupert smiled. “Boy, if you become mine you’ll do as you’re told.”

  He wasn’t sure about that, but he’d have to see. He liked order, sense. Logic.

  “Come on. Enough cleaning.”

  “Yes, Sir.” He went to Rupert, trying to keep his nerves down.

  Rupert cupped his chin and tilted his head up, before bending and taking a kiss. His heart stopped, his worries disappearing with a pop.

  Humming, Rupert slipped his tongue into Peter’s mouth, exploring him quite thoroughly. He found himself opening, arching into the heat of Rupert’s body. Rupert’s free hand landed in the small of his back, tugging him in even closer, letting him feel the solid muscles from shoulder to toes. A soft moan escaped him, pushing from him.

  Walking backward, Rupert drew him out of the kitchen and toward the stairway. He followed, their eyes locked. It was like there was a live wire inside their gaze. Those grey eyes fascinated him, and his cock filled, raised.

  There was pure satisfaction in Rupert’s smile. “You remember your safe word, boy?”

  “Cobalt, Sir.”

  “Good deal. My playroom is upstairs.”

  “Yes, Sir.” He was so excited he ached.

  It was hot that Rupert was confident enough he went upstairs backward without missing a beat. Peter couldn’t stop smiling. That was amazing. So suave and smooth.

  “This is my playroom.” Rupert led him a room upstairs, flicking on the light and closing the door behind them, making it feel immediately intimate.

  Peter looked around, eyes wide, taking in everything he could. He would never see this for the first time, ever again. There wasn’t much furniture, the style more sparse than anything else, but in the center of the room there was a... bench? And a bed over to one side.

  “Are you disappointed?” Rupert asked.

  “No. Curious. Super curious.”

  “Good.”

  Rupert waved his warm at the room. “You have five minutes to look around freely, and of course you can always ask questions.”

  Peter went immediately to the leather covered bench, fingers stroking the leather.

  “When you’re bent over it, all you’ll be able to smell is the leather,” Rupert told him.

  “Oh, God.” His entire body rippled.

  “All you’ll be able to feel is my hand.”

  His cock throbbed, and he groaned, imagining himself on the bench, cock pressed against the leather.

  “There’s lots more to look at. My cupboards are full.”

  “Cupboards. Oh. Oh, I was so focused. Should I open one?” Could he?

  “Yes. I want to see what you think of the things you find.”

  Peter went over to the closest cabinet and threw the doors open. There were plugs and dildos and handcuffs, paddles, things that he wasn’t sure what they were. He knew his lips were open, eyes wide, but he couldn’t stop staring.

  “Interested? Scared? Fascinated?” Rupert’s heat was right there behind him.

  “Yes, Sir.” All of the above.

  Chuckling, Rupert leaned past him and grabbed a large cock. “Take it, feel it.”

  “Oh, my gosh. That’s huge.”

  “You never know -- you might turn out to be a size queen.” Rupert slid his hand over Peter’s ass and teased his crack.

  He jumped, his body tingling.

  “You like that?” Rupert rubbed again.

  “Yes, Sir.” The dildo was fat and cool in his fingers, firm, but with some give.

  “Would you like to feel it inside you? Filling you?”

  “It wouldn’t tear me? It’s really big.”

  “Oh, we’d work you up to it.” Rupert’s mouth was right at his ear, heat blowing across it as Rupert spoke. “You need to feel me first.”

  “God, yes. That’s on my list of things I want to try.”

  “Oh, you have a list. I want to know everything that’s on it.”

  “Everything?” Oh, that would be embarrassing. Some of it was extreme, some of it was things he wasn’t even sure were real.

  “Everything. Especially the stuff you don’t want to tell me.”

  Peter’s cheeks felt fiery. Oh, how did Rupert know?

  “Tell me what’s on your list,” Rupert insisted.

  “All sorts -- plugs. I want to get a tattoo. There’s a neat thing I saw online that wraps around your cock and dips in your slit a little...” That was pretty wild, right?

  “And now tell me a few things you really don’t want to divulge that are on that list,” Rupert insisted.

  Oh. Oh, that was hard. Really hard. “I...I read about a man p...putting his whole hand in.” He couldn’t believe he was saying it out loud.

  “Mmm. Fisting. It’s a good thing to have on the list. Tell me another.”

  He searched his brain for something that was kinky but not perverted.

  “No thinking about it -- just the first thing that comes to mind that you really don’t want to tell me.”

  “Punishments.” The word shot out of him.

  “Mmm. I can be very creative with punishments, boy. Much more creative than just spankings.”

  His face was going to burn off.

  Rupert kissed one hot cheek. “We’re going to have so much fun together, you and I. We’re going to explore everything you want and more.”

  “I hope I do it right.”

  “I don’t think there’s a wrong way to do it. As long as you’re trying and you’re honest. I mean, if you do things wrong on purpose to get punished, well that’s a whole other story.”

  “Is that how it works, most of the time?”

  “There’s no set way that things work. We make our own rules, do what works for you and me. But there are plenty of subs out there who ask for punishment by acting bratty, deliberately disobeying.” />
  Peter leaned back, resting against Rupert’s strength. “You’ll tell me? If my questions start making you frustrated?”

  “I’ll tell you, I promise. But I like that you’re asking them. It means you’re serious.” Rupert pushed a hand beneath his shirt, stroking his belly.

  “Oh...” That was heavenly.

  “So many touches are new to you. It’s intoxicating.”

  “Everything’s new. I just read. I never dared to try.” He was a wuss, maybe.

  “I’m going to be selfish and tell you that makes me glad.”

  “So far it’s made me glad, too. Honest.” Something about Rupert was a comfort, not about frightening him.

  “Good.” Rupert nibbled at his neck, hands still teasing along his belly.

  “Uh...uh-huh.” Oh, that felt good.

  “I’m going to take you to my bed and make love to you. We can play tomorrow.”

  “I’ve never made love before.” He wanted to learn how, though. He wanted to know, and, more than that, he wanted Rupert to show him.

  “I figured. I can’t wait to show you.”

  He turned. “Can I kiss you, Sir?”

  “Please.” Bending, Rupert pressed their lips together but let him control the kiss.

  He cupped Rupert’s cheek, fingertips tracing the stubble.

  Turning his face, Rupert kissed his palm. “Come with me. This should be done in my bed, in the bedroom.”

  He nodded, his heart beat speeding. Finally. Finally, he was going to know. He needed to know.

  Rupert took his hand, leading him out of the playroom and across the hall to Rupert’s bedroom. It was dark and masculine, with a huge bed by the window and lots of pictures of wildlife. Mostly bears.

  “Oh... Look at the bears!”

  Smiling, Rupert let him look. “You like? The polar bears are my favorite.” Rupert pointed to a cluster of a half-dozen pictures in black frames.

  “They’re amazing. How cool!”

  “Thank you. I have a friend who’s a wildlife photographer. I always get first pick of the bears.”

  “Oh, really? That’s even better. More personal.”

  “Yeah. There’s stories that go with them.” Rupert’s hand slid down to Peter’s ass and squeezed. “I have other things on my mind right now, though.”

  “Maybe one day you’ll tell me.” Not now.

  “I’m sure I will. Some other time.” Rupert turned them to face each other, pressing their lips together again. “You still want to kiss me, boy?”

  “Over and over.” He sort of liked it, a lot.

  “Then kiss me like you mean it, boy.”

  “Yes, Sir.”

  He pushed up on his tiptoes and kissed Rupert hard, pouring himself into it. Rupert’s hands landed on his ass and squeezed, making it ache. That ache wasn’t a bad thing, though. It was like... starting a hunger.

  The kisses went on, Rupert grabbing his tongue and sucking on it. His fingers dug in, pushing into the skin of the broad shoulders. Humming, Rupert let go of his ass and began working on his clothes, tugging his t-shirt out of his jeans, undoing the button and zipper. He did the same, working Rupert’s leathers open, being so careful.

  He could feel the heat of Rupert’s cock against his fingers, pushing against the leather like it was trying to get to him. It was still impressive, especially now, with the thought that it was going to try and fit in his virgin ass.

  “Mmm. Touch me, boy.”

  “Yes, Sir.” He knelt down, nuzzling the heavy cock as he eased the leather pants down. Rupert smelled good, clean and musky, male.

  Strong hands slid over his head.

  “Do the boots just slip off?”

  “Oh, no. What would be the fun in that? There’s clasps for you to undo.”

  Peter chuckled, only a bit nervous, and started working the clasps open.

  “I like how you look on your knees in front of me. It would be even better if you were already naked.”

  “Oh. Oh, I’m sorry. Should I?” Had he done it wrong?

  “No apologies, but yes, you should.”

  “Okay.” It was hard, to be new. Hard. He chuckled.

  “What’s funny?” Rupert asked, helping him to his feet and taking off his t-shirt.

  “I was thinking that it’s hard to not know the right way to do things and had a Beavis and Butthead moment.”

  Rupert chuckled and began undoing his pants. “Not sexy, boy.”

  “I know. I’m a dork.”

  “You’re in luck, then. I happen to like dorks who are virgins and needed me to rescue them.”

  “I just hope you still like me when I’m just a dork who likes you.”

  Rupert stopped with his jeans half way down his hips and cupped his cheeks. “I didn’t bring you home to pop your cherry and send you on your way.”

  Peter searched Rupert’s eyes, needing to believe that.

  “There are a hundred virgins out there looking for a master to teach them. You’re different. You’re special.”

  “Me?” The word popped out of him, totally surprised.

  “I knew it the moment I saw you at the bar with that black hankie, trying to get your beer and get rid of those two sharks.”

  “I still can’t believe that happened. I’m so naive.”

  “I’m not sure trusting your friends is naive. Unless he pulls shit like this all the time, then you should have known better.” Rupert gave him a wink.

  Peter chuckled and went back to stripping. He was going to trust Rupert to make love to him; he could trust Rupert to be decent to him.

  A low groan sounded as he got naked, and when he looked at Rupert, the man looked really turned on, eyes taking him in. “You are stunning, boy.”

  Peter knelt down, murmuring, “thank you,” as he went to unfasten Rupert’s boots.

  Another groan sounded. “I was right. You need to be doing this naked.”

  “Yes, Master.”

  “So sexy. You make me want.”

  Peter bent to get the boots off, letting him have time to let his cheeks cool. It took a little tugging, but he finally got them off, and then there was just the leather pants. Those were easy, and Peter had a gorgeous man standing before him.

  “You like what you see, Peter?” Rupert stood in front of him, not looking the least bit shy about his body.

  “I... There’s not words for how beautiful you are.”

  “Oh, I’m going to have to keep you for sure.”

  He stared, simply eating Rupert up with his eyes, inch by inch.

  “You can touch, boy.”

  “Yes, Sir.” He reached out, palms flattened against the strong muscles.

  They rippled under his touch, Rupert smiling. He reached up as far as he could, wanting Rupert to feel.

  “Mmm. Can you feel that? My skin tingles wherever you touch me.”

  “Yes, Sir.” He felt like a penitent, worshipping before a pagan god.

  Rupert’s chest rose and fell, and he could see the thick cock reaching for Rupert’s belly. Christ, he’d had that in his mouth. Glorious.

  He leaned in, buried his nose, and breathed deep, filling his lungs with Rupert’s scent.

  “Oh, you are a treasure, Peter. I want to let you explore, but I’m eager to have you, too.”

  “Yes, Sir. Yes, please.”

  “Good.” Rupert tilted his head and took a kiss, tongue slipping in between his lips. He opened up, pressing close so he could feel all that strength. Rupert grabbed his ass again, lifting him to his tiptoes. Peter moaned, his bare cock dragging the entire way.

  Moving them, Rupert got them to the bed, kissing him all the way. His body felt electric, so alive, so needy.

  The bed sheets were silky and cool against his back, such a contrast to the hard, hot
body of his master above him. He gasped, arched up, bucking against Rupert’s body. Rupert pushed him back down, rubbing all along his body with small, controlled movements. It was magical, the sheets along his back, the skin along his front.

  Rupert cupped his face and looked into his eyes. He could see himself, his hunger, his desire. Very slowly, Rupert traced Peter’s lips with his tongue. Then Rupert echoed the movement with his hips, rolling them and making their cocks nudge and bump each other.

  Christ, he was going to lose his fucking mind.

  Next, Rupert kissed all over his face, lips lingering only seconds before moving on to the next spot. Peter’s entire body began to tingle, his cock aching again.

  When Rupert reached his jaw, instead of kissing, he began to suck -- hard enough Peter knew it was going to leave a mark. He lifted his chin. Who was going to know he had hickies? It wasn’t like he worked in an office where it would be a problem. Groaning against his skin, Rupert moved to a spot on his throat, sucking up another spot there.

  “Sir. Sir.” He swallowed hard.

  Rupert scraped his teeth over Peter’s skin, then continued sucking. He’d never had a hickey. He was going to beg for more. Maybe Rupert was on the same page, because he found a new spot and began to suck up yet another mark.

  These sounds started escaping him, needy and eager, begging.

  Rupert’s fingers slid along his ribs and down to his hips, not hitting any sweet spots, but it felt amazing just the same. Peter stretched, pressing into the touches, into the pleasure.

  “Sweet boy. Gonna make you fly.”

  “Please. Yes. Yes, Sir.”

  Smiling down at him, Rupert slid fingers up along his chest toward his nipple. His body tightened, drew up tight.

  “You know it’s coming, but you don’t know when it’s going to happen.”

  “Anticipation.” The word came out breathless.

  “That’s right. It’s good, isn’t it?” Rupert’s finger circled his nipple as he spoke.

  “Yes. God, yes.” Peter was into it.

  Rupert held his gaze and kept circling, making him wait and wait, the tension building. Then Rupert swept in and licked at the tip of his nip. The sensation was bright, the flash of heat turning cool almost immediately.

  Rupert flicked his tongue across Peter’s other nipple, then returned to the first, taking it between his lips and sucking on it. The sensation seemed to pull from deep inside him, and Peter swore he could feel each suck in his cock. All he could do was hold on, hold on and feel.