Author: Alexa Land
Category: LGBT
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He turned to face me and kissed me sweetly. “You bring me to life, Charlie,” he told me, resting his hands on my waist. And then he added, a little sparkle in his eyes, “And plus, you took me out once and I took you out once, so on that score, we’re completely even.”
I laughed at that. “Oh my God. Are you comparing me taking you to break in to my parents’ house to you taking me to a luxury box at the Stick?” He nodded, and I laughed again.
“Actually, the date you took me on was much more fun,” he said with a smile. “There wasn’t a single killer zombie lap dog at the football game.”
I ran my hand down his back and said, “Can’t I at least even up the sex score? Oral sex is one of the few things I can actually reciprocate. God knows I can’t cook or buy you furniture, so this is pretty much my one shot at evening us up a bit.” I smiled at him cheerfully.
He paused for a long moment, chewing on his bottom lip, and then said, “Actually, you and I need to talk about the whole sex thing, Charlie. There’s a lot you need to know about me.”
“Oh yeah?” I said, raising my eyebrows. “Are you into all sorts of freaky stuff, so sex with you needs to come with a disclaimer?”
I’d been kidding, of course. But he broke my gaze and said, “Pretty much.”
Dante turned away from me and pulled the skillet off the burner and turned off the heat. He kept his back to me for a long moment, and I asked, “Seriously?”
When he turned back to face me, he said, his voice low, “I really should have told you this earlier. But I was having so much fun, and I wanted just a little more time with you. I didn’t want to scare you away so soon.”
“You think you’re going to scare me away?”
“It’s a given. Especially because I realized last night just how incredibly innocent you are.”
I met Dante’s gaze. There was such sorrow and such raw vulnerability in his eyes. It seemed totally unlike him. How many people, if any, had ever been allowed to look past his veneer, to see this part of him? I said quietly, “Please don’t make assumptions. Just talk to me.”
He looked down at the floor for a very long moment. And when he looked back up at me, he’d managed to pull his veneer back in place, any signs of vulnerability safely tucked out of sight. He seemed to be kind of bracing himself, squaring his shoulders, his jaw set. It occurred to me that he was preparing himself for my rejection, getting ready for me to balk, to…to what exactly? Laugh at him? Be disgusted by him? I really didn’t know what he thought was going to happen here.
When he spoke, his tone was low and level as he said, “Whenever I fuck someone, I need them bound, immobile, totally under my control. And before I fuck them, I need to beat the person I’m with. At the very least, I need to spank them, hard. But I really get off on whipping them. I literally…” he took a deep breath. “I literally can’t have sex any other way.”
I mulled this over for a long moment. Panic had of course welled up in me when he told me that, my heart racing. But right along with it was something else, something stronger – an aching desire. A need, for what exactly I didn’t know. I reached out and took his hand and said, “Show me.”
He looked up at me, startled. “Show you what, exactly?”
“Show me exactly what you need. Beat me. Tie me up and fuck me. And don’t hold back. I need to know if I can handle it.”
“How can I do that to you, Charlie?” he asked incredulously. “I care about you.”
A little half-smile tugged the corner of my lips, and I asked, “Haven’t you ever cared about a sex partner before?”
“No. Not even a little.”
“Oh.” That answer startled and saddened me. I said after a moment, “So, I guess it’ll be a first for both of us, then.”
He blinked at me in surprise. “Why on earth would you agree to this?”
“Because I want you, Dante. And if this is what it takes in order to be with you, then I’m certainly willing to try it.”
“Charlie….”
“Do these things give you pleasure, Dante? Whipping someone? Tying them up?”
There was raw emotion in his voice when he said, “Yes.”
“I want to give you pleasure, Dante. God I want that. Please let me.”
“I’m sorry, angel,” he whispered. I thought he was going to turn and walk away.
But in the next instant he was shoving me up against the cabinet behind me, his mouth claiming mine in a brutal kiss. He pulled the towel off my hips and grabbed my wrists and slammed my hands against the cabinet, holding me in place. My lips parted under his and he tasted my mouth, his big, powerful body pressing against me, pinning me down.
“Oh God, yes Dante,” I moaned as he bit my earlobe, my entire body coming alive, practically humming with desire.
He swung me onto the kitchen floor and climbed on top of me, again holding my hands down on either side of my head, his fingers laced with mine. His thigh parted my legs as he claimed my mouth again and I cried out against his lips, my hard cock pressed against him.
There was no time to psych myself out, no room for panic, no chance for fear to take over. There was only blinding desire and Dante, taking what he needed, and I gave myself over to it entirely. To him entirely.
He was like a different person, powerful, confident, commanding. I saw then just how much he’d been holding back, how careful he’d been with me these last couple days. Everything before this point had been just for me, to make me comfortable, to make me feel good. And now I so desperately wanted him to feel good, too.
Dante brought me up into a seated position and took hold of my hair and pulled my head back. He kissed and licked my neck before moving down my body and biting my nipples, not hard enough to break the skin, but not soft, either. And then he pulled back just a couple inches, passion burning in the depths of his dark eyes. “Are you sure? Are you absolutely positive you want to do this, Charlie?”
“Yes. God yes. Please let me pleasure you, Dante.”
With a deep breath, he swung me face down across his lap. And then he brought his hand down on my ass. Hard.
The sound that tore from me was as much a moan as a yell. He grasped my arm and pinned it behind my back, using it to hold me in place on his lap as he spanked me again, another incredibly hard slap. And another. I bucked on his lap but made no effort to escape.
Instead, I gave myself over to it, to the pain, to pure, raw sex, to intense, forbidden pleasure as a part of me I’d never been aware of took over, surrendering myself to this man, to his needs. To my needs.
God I needed this.
Again and again he beat my ass, the pain crescendoing as my moans and yells turned into something wild, primal. After a while I realized he was moaning too, his cock rock hard and pressing against me as I lay across his lap.
I was sure I was going to cum just like this, just from the beating he was giving me. But abruptly, he stopped hitting me and rolled me onto my back on the floor. He took hold of both of my wrists, holding them in one of his hands, and yanked my arms up over my head. With his other hand, he unbuckled his leather belt and pulled it free of his waist, then used it to bind my hands together. He fastened the loose end around one of the legs of the wrought iron table, and as soon as I was secured, he grabbed something off the kitchen counter.
He held a glass bottle of olive oil and drizzled some over my cock and balls, then took hold of my hard shaft and started pumping me, the oil acting as lubricant. He freed his straining cock from his pants and boxers and started stroking himself as well, kneeling between my spread legs, and I realized he intended to finish us off this way. I begged shamelessly, my voice shaking, “Please Dante, take me. Fuck me. I need you in me. Please.” My fear was totally forgotten. I was that completely aroused, that caught up in the moment.
But instead of fucking me as I’d expected, he released my cock and pushed two oil-slicked fingers inside me, and I gasped at the sudden penetration. He finger fucked me quickly, roughly, a
nd when I was about to cum he dropped down between my legs and took my cock down his throat as he continued to work my hole. It only took a few hard sucks and then I was yelling as I came, bucking into his mouth, pulling against my restraints.
And just as my orgasm finally began to ebb, he released my cock from his mouth and got up on his knees between my legs. He yelled as he shot his load all over my naked body and went right on finger fucking me, milking my cum out of me as I moaned and writhed.
When finally we were both spent, he pulled his fingers out of me carefully. He crawled around beside me and kissed me, gently, tenderly. And then when he’d caught his breath, he sat up and looked down at me and said, “I couldn’t fuck you. God I wanted to. But I would have torn you open. There was no way I could have been patient and prepared you enough, not while I was that aroused.”
“Thank you for taking care of me, Dante.”
His concerned dark eyes searched my face. “I was still pretty rough with you. Are you ok?”
“Better than ok.” I smiled up at him and said, “That was absolutely amazing.”
He grinned at me. “You actually liked it?”
I chuckled and said, “Really? My rock hard cock wasn’t enough of an indicator of just how much I loved that? You have to ask?”
He wiped his oily hands on a paper towel, then lightly ran a caress down my naked body. I was still bound to the table, totally naked, totally exposed. But I felt so good, so relaxed, that being in this position didn’t bother me in the least. “You continually astound me, angel,” he said softly.
“So do you.” I was grinning happily.
He leaned in and kissed me again, then said, “I’ll untie you in a minute. I just want to savor the sight of you like this a little longer.” He looked so happy, so content as he smiled down at me and brushed back my hair.
“I’m in no hurry,” I murmured. He went back to exploring my body, lightly caressing, tracing the lines of my abs, then rolling my nipple between two fingers, hardening into a little bead as my cock jumped. And I said, “You know, I’m still tied up. If you felt like going for round two, I certainly wouldn’t object.”
“It’s amazing that you’re so relaxed, so ok with all of this.”
“I guess I always just needed someone to take control. Turns out I don’t panic when I’m caught up in the moment and someone else is guiding me.”
Just then someone knocked on the front door. I frowned at that, and Dante said, “If we don’t answer, maybe they’ll go away,” before rolling my other nipple between his fingers.
And then a woman’s voice called out, “Charlie? Are you in there?”
I think I stopped breathing for a moment, my heart stuttering, my eyes going wide.
Dante saw my reaction and asked, “Who is that?”
And I said, very quietly, “It’s my mother.”
Chapter Seven
“Oh shit!” he exclaimed, and quickly unfastened the belt from around my wrists, then stood up and began straightening his clothes, tucking his shirt in, zipping his pants as I sat up and stared dumbfounded at the front door, directly in my line of sight past the kitchen and living room.
“What’s she doing here?” I murmured.
“Want me to tell her to leave?” Dante asked, holding his hand out to me. I took it automatically, and he pulled me to my feet.
“No. It must be important. She wouldn’t come here otherwise.” I was a bit dazed as I looked down at myself. I was completely naked, my cock slick with oil, Dante’s cum all over my body. “Fuck,” I whispered, realizing the state I was in.
“Angel, go get in the shower. I’ll let her in if you want me to, and stall her while you get yourself together,” Dante told me as he ran his belt around his waist and buckled it in place, then smoothed his hair down.
I nodded and did as I was told, padding naked through the kitchen and living room, then stepping through my bedroom door and closing it and locking it behind me. I went into the bathroom and turned on the shower, and got under the water and washed myself with shaking hands.
What was she doing here? Had she figured out I’d broken into her house, and was she here to have me arrested? I didn’t think she was here to reconcile, not after the way they’d weeded me out of their life and tried to throw away every sign that I’d ever existed.
I shut off the water after a couple minutes and stepped out of the shower. I dried myself quickly and ran a comb through my wet hair, then went to the bedroom and got dressed. As I was tying my shoes, I noticed something, and it brought me up short. Both of my wrists were red and chafed from the way I’d pulled against the belt. Oh God. How was I going to explain that to my mother? How would I explain that to anyone? It was too private, too personal to put it out there for the world to see. After thinking for a moment, I pulled on my new oversized Forty Niners sweatshirt and tugged the sleeves down to my knuckles before taking a deep breath and leaving the bedroom.
Dante and my mother were seated in the kitchen. She was sobbing into one of his monogrammed handkerchiefs. As I came into the room I almost stepped on Peaches, who got up from the floor and growled at me, his hackles rising. I ignored him, and he went and sat by my mother.
As soon as she caught sight of me, her wailing increased tenfold, and she pushed up off the chair and crossed the room to me quickly, grabbing me in a hug. I went completely rigid. “Oh Charlie,” she cried, crushing me to her. “I’m so sorry. It wasn’t my idea. I just want you to know that. None of it was my idea. It was all your father’s doing. I don’t care that you’re gay. I don’t.”
“Has something happened?”
She let go of me and blew her nose in Dante’s handkerchief, then said, “I’ve left your father.”
“But…you’re Catholic. You don’t actually believe in divorce,” I pointed out, totally dumbfounded.
She shrugged and pushed her blonde hair back from her face. My mother was in her late fifties and had long since stopped making an effort with her appearance. The one exception was her hair, which she colored platinum blonde in an act of vanity I’d never been able to grasp. “So, I’m not going to divorce him. But I’m not going to live with him anymore either.” She took a couple deep breaths, and Dante came up to us and handed her a glass of water. She accepted it with a warm, “Thank you, Dante,” and then drank half of it before coming up for air.
“Why don’t you sit back down, Mrs. Connolly?” Dante said. He was being unfailingly polite, but his eyes were wary.
She returned to one of the kitchen chairs, and I remained rooted where I was. I said, “If you don’t care that I’m gay, why didn’t you say something sooner? Why did you let him throw me out, and then eliminate every trace of me from your house?”
“What could I say? You know how your father is.”
“Gee, I don’t know. How about, stop, he’s our son. We shouldn’t do this to him.” I crossed my arms over my chest.
“Charlie, I’m so sorry. I was weak, I didn’t know how to stand up to him. I wanted to go with you when he threw you out, but you know I don’t have my own money, I didn’t know what to do. I was at his mercy.”
“So, how are you leaving him now?”
“I called my sister Joan in Dayton. She mailed me money for a plane ticket. It got here yesterday, and today when your father went to the post office, I packed a bag and Peaches and I took off.” She sat up a little straighter and said, “I left him a note. It said this is for what you did to Charlie.”
“Great, now you have my back,” I murmured.
“I didn’t know if I’d be able to get out of there, Charlie. I didn’t know if my sister would send me the money for the plane ticket.”
“Where are you going?”
“To Ohio, to live with Joan. She’s a widow now, she’s got plenty of room. The farther I can get from your father, the better.” She looked up at me, her green eyes red from crying. “I just came to say goodbye, Charlie. I’m on my way to the airport.”
“Ok. We
ll…see ya.”
But then she burst into tears again. “Aw gawd Charlie, please don’t hate me. I couldn’t bear it if my only son hated me.”
I just couldn’t take her tears. Even as hurt and angry as I was, they wore me down, and after a while I crossed the kitchen to her and patted her shoulder, and said, “Come on, Ma. Don’t cry. I don’t hate you.”
She jumped up and crushed me in another hug, and it was a good couple minutes before she finally stopped crying. Dante was ready with another clean handkerchief, and she took it from him when she let go of me and thanked him, then told me, “I’m glad you found yourself such a nice boyfriend, Charlie. So handsome and polite.” To Dante she said, “You make sure you take care of my son, you hear?”
“Count on it,” he said quietly.
She wiped her eyes with the handkerchief, then straightened her old brown wool coat. “I’m going to need to get going soon, Charlie,” she said. “I got one of those airport shuttles coming to pick me up downstairs. But before I go, I have a favor to ask you.”
Really? I resisted the urge to roll my eyes, and said, “What is it, Ma?”
She hesitated for a long moment, biting the inside of her cheek – it was an odd habit of hers. And finally she said, “So, you know Aunt Joan has eleven cats.”
“I knew she had some. I didn’t know she had eleven.”
My mother paused again, then said, “She told me I could only come live with her on one condition. She told me I couldn’t bring Peaches.”
“So, why didn’t you leave him with Dad?”
“Because your father would take him straight to the pound!”
“Ok, so why are you telling me this?” Then understanding dawned on me, and I said, “Wait a minute, you can’t possibly think that I—”
“Please Charlie? Please take Peaches. I know you’ll take care of him. I love him so much. I just can’t let him be put down!” She looked up at me with huge eyes, tears rolling down her cheeks.
“That dog hates me, Ma. You know that. He wouldn’t be happy here.”