My boy looked absolutely marvellous. Beauty defined.
He's writhing on the bed, thin layer of sweat on his skin as he took the flogging. His skin was decorated with red welts, his cock hard. The bed was covered with fluid, his cum and more recently his squirt, belt discarded.
He had been so good.
His legs were shaking, tears slipping down the side of his face while his fingers clutched the sheets tightly. I knew I was pushing close to it, to the edge where it was becoming a bit too much for him and that's where I decided to stop for the night.
Muriel, my angel, had learned how to come untouched.
He had cried, he had begged, said red but he was still here.
I tossed the flogger to the ground and got close to the bed. My baby was spaced out but the moment he felt the bed dip, he let out a whimper and reached for me. I settled onto the bed and pulled him into my arms, pressing kisses all over his face.
"You were so good, baby." I whispered as I held on to him. "You did so well."
I continue to praise him, kiss his face until I notice him coming to and that was when I quickly slipped off the bed to get him water from the mini fridge had, hidden in the wall. I made sure he drank enough water and with another kiss to his cheek, I got off the bed again.
I was able to setup a bath, dropping a purple bath bomb into it. I needed him to relax a little while I replaced the bed-sheets and duvet.
Once I got Muriel from the bed and into the bath, I quickly changed the sheets, fluffed the pillow, had to hunt down a new duvet. I also took out the ointment and some brand new boxers, laying them down on the bed.
"Darling, are you with me?" I asked as I walked back into the bathroom, kneeling by the tub.
Muriel's eyes were no longer clouded and his usual twinkle was back. He was so ethereal, he took my breath away. I knew he was going to become mine eventually but today, today had been out of this world.
"Yeah, I am."
"Does it hurt anywhere, dolcezza?" I asked and Muriel gives me this comical droll look. I laughed at the expression on his face. Reaching out, I pat his hair, smiling at my boy.
"Yes or no, little prince?"
"It hurts everywhere but I like it. It's like I can still feel you."
His words pull a moan out of me and for the umpteenth time since I met him, I couldn't believe Muriel was real.
"Is there anything we did that you didn't like?"
"Not really. It was a new experience but it was really good." He replied, looking shyly at me from the bottom of his lashes. "You're. . . still wearing your clothes."
"Is this your way of saying you want to see me naked, Tesoro?"
"Definitely. . ."He responds, with a cheeky grin.
I got to my feet and took off my shirt first, keeping my gaze on Muriel so I could see his reaction and he doesn't disappoint. When I unzip my pants, pushing it down along with my boxers, his lips part and his cheeks turn red.
He wasn't subtle at all.
I tossed the clothes into a hamper and chose to ignore Muriel's stare. I headed for the large shower right across from my boy's bath and quickly cleaned up. I could feel my boy's eyes on me in the shower, felt it on me as I wrapped the towel around my waist.
When I look up, my gaze meets his and Muriel's entire face turns red.
My darling was so adorable.
"Come on, baby. Lets rinse you off and get you in bed."
"What if I don't want to?" he asks, his voice laced with sass.
With a shake of my head, I walked over to the tub, curling my arms around his body and lifting him out of the tub. Muriel lets out a loud surprised sound, flailing just a bit, making me chuckle.
"Gio, oh my god, let me down. I can walk."
"We could have done this the easy way but you decided to be sarcastic instead."
"Lifting someone out of a tub shouldn't be easy."
When we got to the shower, I let him stand on his feet. I reach up and cup his face, my thumb softly stroking his cheeks. "There's nothing I wouldn't do for you, dolcezza and lifting you out of the tub, does not even scratch the surface of what I could I do for you."
"Gio, we just started whatever this is."
"Baby boy, its the start of a forever thing."
"You sound so sure."
"Of course I am."
I waited while he rinsed off, holding out a bathrobe for him. Once we got to the bedroom, I checked out the welts and made sure it was alright and not of it was bleeding. He slips on the boxers I had laid out and reached for me.
"Baby, it's bed time."
"I know. Want you to tuck me in."
"There's nothing in the world that I would want more, baby."
Muriel got into bed and I made sure to pull the duvet up to his neck, tucking in the side. I pulled on my boxers, switched off the lights and got into bed, pulling him into my arms. I stayed awake till his breathing evens out. I couldn't get over how perfectly he fit into my arms, like the space in my arms, beside me, had always been for him.
The moment he had stepped out of the car today, when he walked to me, it felt like I could actually breathe for the first time. He was the sweetest boy I have and will ever meet. I'll be damned if I let him go.
I hold on to him tighter, breathing in his lavender scent.
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The next time I open my eyes, it was bright out and I could hear the sound of birds outside and I could feel the gentle weight pressed against me. I look down at the boy I had cradled in my arms, could feel his warm soft skin, could see the gentle rise and fall of Muriel's chest.
I've only properly had him in my life for a day and it made me realize he might be what I have been missing in my life. I press a kiss to his head and tried my best to quietly slip out of bed, already making up my mind about what I'd like to make my boy for breakfast.
Once I got out of bed, I tucked him in and found myself pressing a soft kiss to the top of his shoulder, smiling as he shifted a bit, a small smile on his lips. I made my way to the bathroom and brushed my teeth, rinsing out with mouthwash. I washed my face and with my wet fingers, tried to get my bed hair into something manageable.on my way out of the room, I pull on some sweatpants and a white t-shirt.
For breakfast, I made my angel some buttermilk pancakes, some waffles, scrambled eggs. I was debating cutting up some melons when I hear footsteps. When I turned around, Muriel walked in wearing one of my grey t-shirt that stopped mid-thigh, showing off smooth legs and matching grey fuzzy socks on his feet.
The sight of him made my heart slam painfully against my chest.
He stole my breath away.
"Darling. . ."
Muriel's cheeks turn a soft red and he made his way towards me and I held my hands open. He steps into them, hands sliding up my back as he tucks his nose against my shoulder. He was so soft, so perfect.
"Good morning, Gio." he says my name so softly, he says it in such a way that I could feel how happy he was. I hold on to him tightly, resiting the urge to lift him up and spin him around.
"How was your sleep?"
"It was the best. Your bed is so soft, it felt like I was sleeping on a cloud."
I press a kiss to the top of his head a minute before he pulls away from my hold. I forget whatever it was I was about to say when Muriel looks up at me, stealing my breath again. I take in his brows, his bright eyes, his red cheeks and his soft plush lips.
I really wanted to kiss him.
"Gio. . ."
I liked the way his lips moves, the way they frame the o of my name.
"Yea, baby."
"I'm hungry."
"You could eat me. I wouldn't mind."
Muirel's cheeks flush even more and I chuckled. "Have a seat, I've made you something to eat."
Muriel settles into one of the stools by the kitchen island and I plate his food and then placed it in front of him. I grabbed a carton of juice and golden syrup from the fridge and placed it in front of Muriel.
"Thank you."
"Anything for you." I replied. I grabbed a coffee pod and slipped it into the machine ,placing a mug underneath .
I watched Muriel cut a slice of the pancake and pushed it into his mouth. He lets out a happy sound as he chewed and I find myself staring at him fondly. He was so wonderful. Even the little happy dance he did as he continued eating.
"I'm guessing you like it."
"Of course I do. This might be the best breakfast I've ever had."
I grinned at his words, feeling all types of smug as I watched him. "Damn right, it is. I don't just make food for any one."
"So I'm not just anyone."
"No,baby. You're mine."
For the umpteenth time today, his cheeks flush red, this time it extends down to his neck and I smirk. There were so many things I wanted to do to this sweet innocent man and it made me proud to know that I was going to be the first person to do it to him, the first person to mark his skin and make him come with the pain I would inflict.
Speaking of. . .
"How's your back, darling? Does it hurt?"
"I can feel a twinge sometimes but the welts have disappeared and I like it. I really liked what we did yesterday." Muriel said, holding on to my gaze. He was bold, I would give him that. "I wish they lasted longer."
His words evoked some thoughts in my head. Images of him spread out naked on the counter, marks decorating his skin, his mouth gagged, his hands tied to his thighs, tears streaming down his face, blood rolling down his skin. Fucccccck.
I let out a low groan.
I could feel the control slipping but no, not yet.
My darling wasn't there yet.
Fuck.
I took a deep breath, trying to calm myself because I was seconds away from getting hard.
"You liked that."
I hadn't even noticed I had closed my eyes until Muriel spoke. When I opened them, I found him staring at me, his teeth digging into his bottom lip.
"I like you. I like what I could and want to do to you, with you."
"I want to try everything. I want to find out what you like."
"Why?"
"Because I think I would like it too."
Silence envelope us as I watched him. He looked so innocent but the words that keep leaving his mouth was anything but. I knew it. He knew it. The silence only lasts until the espresso machine breaks it when the dark liquid began to drip into the mug, the smell of coffee in the air.
I watched his throat as he gulped. Watched his eyes flutter like he was thinking dirty, dirty things. I know what I wanted and I am not a man to beat around the bush.
"I want to date you."
"You have two weeks.
"I want longer than two weeks with you. I want to date you. I want you as my sub."
"You don't know me and I don't know you."
"Then we'll start with another date."
There was something in the air, buzzing, electric. I could see him, could see how his ears were turning a light red. I was a smart man and I knew a lot of things so I knew, my Muriel was feeling the same thing as I did. I wanted him. I wanted to own him.
I wanted him to let me.
I watched him lift up his cup of juice to his lips and take a sip. I watched as he pulls the cup away, his pink tongue slipping out to lick his lip. I was a man of control and I was so fucking proud of it but yesterday, Muriel only had to touch my shoulder, my fucking shoulders, and I snapped and right now I could feel the control slipping away as I watched him, as I stared at his lips.
I wanted to kiss him.
Why haven't I tasted his lips yet.
"I want to be wooed."
I was expecting him to say a lot of things but not that. It startled a laugh out of me. "What is with you and being wooed, sweetheart?"
"It's something I've always wanted. No one has really done it for me and I . . . like it when you do it."
Muriel gets up from his seat and made his way towards me, small smile on his face. He walks up to me, hands held behind his back as he goes on his tip toes until we were so close. Until we were face to face.
He smelt so warm, the lavender scent of last night's bath still clinging to his skin.
"Baby. . ."
"I like it when you call me that. Last night you treated me like I was your whore, made me cum so many times, made me feel things that I have never felt but here you are, acting like a gentleman. You haven't even kissed me yet."
His words send a zing through my body, all the way down to my cock, slowly filling it up. He was right. He was my fucking whore! My boy! He had quite the dirty mouth, it was a surprise but a really fucking good one.
I grab him by the neck, tightening my grip. My boy lets out a moan that titters off into a soft laugh, literally the sexiest sound I have ever heard. He digs his teeth into his bottom lip as he continues to stare at me. He doesn't color, doesn't say his safe word. He liked it.
He takes a step forward and in a move that had my control shatter, in a move that would have made any man crumble, his lips part and he trails his tongue over my lips, in a slow sexy move. I flipped us around, roughly pushing him against the fridge and pressed my lips to his.
The kiss is biting, each press of our lips made me want more and more. I step forward, pressing my chest against his. I slip my tongue past his lips, licking into his mouth. I loosened my grip a little, letting him breath, enough to settle him and then tightened my grip again. We kissed like we had been stranded in a desert and we were water to each other, to each parched man.
We were consumed with desire. I could feel him, the essence of him sinking into my skin. I was hungry for him, greedy, I wanted everything. I craved him, craved more and by the way Muriel presses into him, by the way he kissed back, i knew he wanted the same. I could feel him, feel his hard on pressed against me, mine digging into his side.
I pulled back, a thin string of spit connecting us together. Muriel was panting but his eyes, fuck his eyes. He was enjoying this so much. Enjoying the kiss. Enjoying the way I controlled his breathing. It turned me on so much.
I let his neck go, gaze drifting down to his neck, to the light bruise forming on the sides of his neck.
"What a pretty little whore you are." I said as I slip a finger under his jaw, tilting his head back. His pupils were blown with lust and he was panting, drawing in deep breaths. "Taking what I'm giving you like you were made for it."
Muriel moans, I could feel him giving him, settling into his role. He was still hard and he was now beginning to rut against me and this time, I slapped him. Muriel . . . doesn't react how I had expected. My boy surprising me at every fucking turn. He was startled by the slap but he moans, he leans into me, almost like he was melting.
My fucking perfect boy.
I grab him by the collar and kiss him again. Biting, licking and kissing him, drawing out needy, sexy little sounds from him. He ruts against me and I pull back to slap him again.
"Please. . ."
"What do you want, baby?"
"I want to come."
I slip my legs between his, felt his hard on brush against my thigh, I grip his hip tightly and arranged him properly. I trail my nose along his nose and nudged his ear and licked at the shell. "Ride my thigh, like the needy little whore you are."
"I want you to touch me."
"No. You ride my thigh or you don't come at all, tesoro."
Muriel moves his hips, his hands settling on my arms, nails digging into my skin as he held me tightly. Fuck, the sounds he lets out, the way he moves his sexy little body. I bit his earlobe and he keens, hips stuttering, lips parting in a cry as he comes.
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This was . . . something
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