Chapter 6

Nicky

Irub the back of my neck and roll my shoulders, hating this feeling of something going wrong. I just want everyone I care about to be within my sight. It's slowly driving me crazy; I feel like thousands of ants are crawling all over my skin every waking hour. I know I'm overthinking, but I can't shut it off. I need control, and it's almost slipping through my fingers like butter.

Breathe in and out. You feel nothing. Control. Control.

My eyes drifted closed at some point as I tipped my head back and let the California sun soak into my pale skin, warming me until my head stopped feeling like it was spinning on my shoulders.

"Come with me," Tey demands in a stern voice he never uses with me, a tinge of worry seeping through, and I hate that he's seeing me this way.

I turn away from the sunshine and look into his blue eyes that draw me in every time; it's like staring into snowflakes falling from a cold winter day with blue skies.

Tey doesn't expect a response; he just grabs my hand to twine our fingers together and pulls me into the house with a determined expression as his sharp jawline tenses. He leads us through the hallways, not saying a word, and stomps into Dom's master suite with a dramatic bang of the door shutting behind us. I can only stare wide-eyed and watch him in astonishment as he paces back and forth like a caged lion. I've never seen him like this.

"Tey?" I ask, clearing my throat as he practically wears a hole in the carpet, and it's like he doesn't hear me. "Tey!"

My shout echoes off the walls, stopping his pacing in the middle of the room to glare at me.

"Shut up. Sit the fuck down," he whispers, even though his tone has a dangerous edge that has me grinding my teeth in anger and turning me on at the same time.

It seems he's forgotten who's in charge of this relationship. I give the orders, and he follows because it's what I need to feel in control. Plus, he loves being submissive, but only for me. No one else.

"You're testing my restraint, Tey. Come here." I exhale through my nose, feeling my shoulders relax as a sense of calm washes over me when he continues to glare but steps closer until the tips of his boots almost touch my shiny black shoes.

"I swear to God, Nicholas, if I see you shutting down one more time and trying to hide it... I'll lose my mind. You aren't alone in this, and you never will be again. If you need an outlet, great, take it out on me, but no hiding. We are here for you, so when you feel yourself spiraling, unleash your control on me or Tillie. We can take it. Just don't disappear on us." Tey pokes my chest, emphasising with his point with each word as he shouts in my face.

His chest heaves for a minute as he glares at me, setting my blood on fire.

"Are you done?" I ask, raising an eyebrow.

"Fuck you. And yeah, I'm done." Tey nervously plays with his metal hoop piercing with the tip of his tongue as I stare stonily at him, knowing he's questioning what my next move will be.

"Good. Now get on your knees, take off your shirt, and unbuckle my belt." My voice comes out smooth, low-pitched with a sharp edge.

It means I'm not fucking messing around, and he knows it as his breath catches in the back of his throat at my demanding tone.

Seconds tick by as we stare at each other until he slowly lowers himself to his knees at my feet while fisting the back of his shirt to pull it over his head in one smooth motion. I look down at him and have never seen a more devastating view. He's fucking perfect, with his chin tipped back, defined veins throbbing on his throat as he swallows hard, as the silence intensifies. He doesn't know what I'll do to him for being a fucking brat. My mouth waters to mark him, to sink my teeth in the fleshy, muscular part of his neck that meets his shoulder. I want to bruise him and let everyone see who he belongs to. Even though my name and Tillie's are on the collar he wears, it's not enough. I want something permanent so that he'll remember me every time he looks in the mirror.

"Do I need to repeat myself?" I ask in a throaty tone, reaching out to trail my thumb over his bottom lip.

"No… sir." He smirks up at me, seeing my pupils blow wide as heat engulfs me with the obedience in that one word.

Sir.

He'll pay for that. He knows what that does to me.

He's being a brat. My hard cock is painfully pressing against my zipper, wanting free so I can fuck his ass until he can't even sit down without grimacing from a burning asshole.

With great care, Tey reaches forward and clasps my belt buckle. Pulling the leather out of the hole painfully slowly and sliding it out of the metal, he starts to grab my pants button, but I stop him with my hand over his before he can get any farther.

"So eager, yet you can't follow my rules. Do you think you deserve an award?" Tey whimpers at the low mummer of my voice, his teeth biting lightly at my thumb before I pull away.

"Punish me. I want you to hurt me. Show me how much you love me." Tey stares up at me with blue eyes turning dark with desire.

He's always had a high pain tolerance, but I'll show him that the kind of pain I inflict is something he'll always remember. It's a good kind of torture that has you begging for more.

"Oh, pet. I do love how desperate you are for my cock. Put your hands up and together," I command, almost daring him to disobey me so I can whip his ass red.

I see the glint in his eyes, the slight hesitation as he raises his arms with his elbows bent, hands together like a prayer, and his fingertips skimming the waistline of my pants. Body practically trembling with anticipation, he watches my every move like a hawk and gasps as I reach for my belt. The quiet swoosh of the leather slipping through the loops of my pants ends with a loud crack when I fold the belt and snap it against my palm.

"Shit." Tey shudders, his thigh muscles straining from his kneeling position.

I don't say anything as I grasp his forearms, running my thumb back and forth over the blue veins running down to his hands. Without looking away from his gaze, I wrap the leather belt around his thick wrists and tighten until I'm pleased enough that he can't escape. Seeing him kneeling at my feet, his blue eyes looking up at me as if I'm someone he wants to worship and pray to, makes my whole body and mind less scattered.

This is my happy place. Right here. Being in charge and yet knowing that I can trust him to tell me to stop if I lose control. He grounds me.

"I'm your god, Tey. The name you're going to chant over and over again. But before I hear you shouting my name, I want you to be a good boy and open your mouth fucking wide so the only thing I hear is the wet gurgle of you choking on my cock as I fuck your throat."

"Oh God," he rasps out, his crystal blue eyes widening as he watches me pull my hard cock out of my pants, fisting myself and slowly stroking up and down until pre cum is leaking out of my tip to coat my fingers.

"Part those pretty lips, now," I demand, groaning as he opens his mouth and sticks his long tongue out, licking up a drop of pre cum before it slides down my length. "Good boy. Keep going. Don't let any go to waste."

Eagerly, he leans forward farther and licks up the curve of my cock from base to tip until he is lapping at all the wet, sticky cream dripping out with hungry noises escaping his throat. My cock throbs, pulsing and leaking at the tip that it almost feels like small aftershocks of an orgasm.

"Suck," I command, my voice deepening as pleasure tingles down my spine from watching him suck me into his wide mouth and hollowing his cheeks. "Oh, fuck."

He winks at me, his gaze not leaving mine as he loosens his jaw more, and I watch my cock start to disappear into his mouth. He wants me to lose control, winking at me with a knowing look.

Fucking brat. I'm going to beat his ass red for thinking he's the one in charge here.

Without warning, I thrust my hips forward and feel my cock slide deeper into his mouth until the tip of my cock is down his throat. He chokes. Eyes wide and watering, he breathes heavily as I reach out and fist locks of his blond hair to hold him still. Counting to five silently, I watch as drool slips down his chin, and he gurgles when I push in more until his nose is grazing my public bone. I release him after counting, let him draw in a deep breath, and pull him by his hair as I slide my hard, thick cock back inside his mouth. I look into his eyes as I fuck his mouth at a slow but rough pace, enjoying every wet, choked noise trying to escape his mouth around my cock.

"You're doing so good, love. I love fucking your throat and feeling you try to swallow around me." My head tips back in pleasure, keeping up the steady pace of leisurely moving in and out of his mouth.

I snap my head back down to look at him when he groans deeply, pausing for a second to feel him swallow before sliding out of his mouth. His chest heaves and tears trail down his cheekbones as saliva strings from my cock to his mouth.

"So pretty," I whisper, releasing my grip on his hair, stroking my fingers over his tears, and bringing them to my mouth to have a taste.

I grunt, loving the taste of him on my tongue. His tears. Skin. Lush lips. Cum. Every part of him, I love, every single part.

"Please," he pleads in a husky voice.

"Please, what? Too much for you, love?" I demand an answer, wondering if I went too far with him and silently hating myself if I did.

"Let me make you feel good. I want your cum, Nicholas."

Who am I to deny him when he begs so prettily?

"Ask nicely," I command, feeling my pulse with every rough thud of my heart.

Does it make me a sick bastard that I want to fill his mouth until my cum is overflowing between his lips and dripping down his chest? I want to fucking coat him in my essence and smear it into his skin like his own personal lotion that smells of me.

"Use me. Fuck my mouth. Let me suck you off until you're shuddering and bruising my throat so I can't speak for days. Please, Nicholas," he asks roughly, his voice needy and his hot breath making me shiver as he leans closer to put me back in his mouth, but he waits for permission as he stares up at me unblinking.

"Don't swallow. Open." I arch a brow and grip my cock, tapping the tip against his parted lips, and feed my long length, inch by inch, into his mouth as he follows my command.

Fuck.

I love this sight. I love him.

The world could be blown to shit, burning down around us, but I wouldn't notice or, hell, fucking care. Seeing him like this before our deaths would be worth it.

His tongue swirls around the fat tip of my cock, savoring the taste of me like his own personal favorite ice cream cone. He sinks down on me, hollowing his cheeks, and smacks my hand away from the base of my cock so he can glide up and down further each time until his forehead grazes my abs.

"Yes, just like that, Tey. Oh fuck." I groan, willing my heavy-lidded eyes to stay open to watch my cock disappear down his throat and see the hungry way he moves his lips faster in and out of his mouth.

My spine tingles and my abs clutch each time I hear the sloppy, wet noises leaving his mouth. Pleasure fogs my mind, leaving only him and each heaving breath that escapes me the closer I get to coming on his tongue.

"Pull off now and stick your tongue out!" I demand, fisting his hair and tugging his head back as I slide out of his mouth with an audible pop.

He immediately obeys, sticking his long tongue out just as I grip the base of my cock and explode with pulses of cum shooting out of the tip of my cock. Jet after jet of white, sticky cum coats his pierced tongue, and wild, loud-as-hell groans leave my mouth as he looks up at me with wide, burning blue eyes.

Sweat drips down my neck, making the ends of my hair stick to my skin, and trembles of pleasure travel down my spine until I finally stop coming with a shuddering breath. I tip my head back to look at the ceiling for a second to compose myself, exhaling sharply and clenching my fists to gain control of what I'm about to do next.

"Stand up and turn around, love," I quietly say, looking back down to see Tey's eyes crinkled at the corners in a cocky way that won't be there much longer when I'm done with him.

He slowly gets to his feet, drool and cum dripping from his tongue since I haven't told him to swallow. He starts to turn to face the bed, but I halt him by gripping his chin and making him look at me.

"You're going to drop your pants and bend over without a single complaint or smart-ass remark. Am I clear?" I don't hold back, demanding each task, leaving my mouth to be met as I place two fingers on his tongue.

I glide my index and middle fingers back and forth, collecting my cum and coating my digits before I pull away. I nod my head at him, and he closes his mouth, swallowing the taste of me as his eyes slip close with a pleased, hungry hum. He gazes back at me after a second and silently follows my commands without saying a word. The sound of his zipper lowering and his pants dropping to the floor makes my breath pick right back up.

Fucking hell.

My cock is still fucking hard. It hasn't gone down, even though I just came.

I don't see that changing anytime soon as Tey bends over the end of the bed, the muscles in his ass cheeks flexing and thighs straining with barely contained anticipation.

"So eager to please, but that smug smirk is about to wipe off your face after I'm done with you," I say, stroking his left ass cheek and resting my other wet, sticky hand on the bottom of his spine where it meets his crack before, oh, so slowly dragging my finger down between his cheeks.

"Oh God," Tey breathes out, his ass clenching as I rest my fingers around his puckered, gaping hole.

"That's right, love. I'm your god." I chuckle darkly as he swears under his breath, just as I circle my fingers around and around his puckered hole like I have all the time in the world.

I pause and see him start to lift his head to know why I stopped, but he drops right back down with his face turned to the side on the bedding. My palm smacks his left ass cheek, leaving behind a bright red outline of my handprint. It's quite a beautiful display. My hand stings as I connect with his muscled ass again, the sound echoing around the round. It sounds like bliss to me as my eyes slide close for a second, as I stroke his asshole when I bring my palm down on his left cheek again.

"Between you and Tillie, my hands will always be busy. I have a feeling that my two brats are going to need to be punished every day." I smirk as he whimpers into the comforter, his fists gripping the bedding tightly as I glide my hand over his hip bone.

Soft, smooth skin with rugged muscles twitch under my hand as I trace the v of his hip and slide down farther until my palm is wrapped around his hard, long, pierced girthy cock. Cum is dripping out of him like a stream as I circle his asshole with my cum-covered fingers.

"I've wanted to stretch this asshole for years, Tey," I confess, stroking the palm of my hand up and down his cock with a light grip.

"Yes. Please, Nicholas. I'm yours. Every piece of me is yours. I've been preparing myself for you for a long time," Tey whispers, turning his head to look at me over his broad shoulder.

I pause my hand on his cock, tilting my head to the side as I stare at him, and rest my index and middle fingers at his clenching, puckered hole.

"What do you mean preparing?" I ask, spreading my fingers apart to stretch his asshole and coating the outer ring of muscles with my cum before just resting my fingers only fingertip deep.

"Hell, Nicky. I literally got my asshole lasered back in tenth grade, so it's only smooth skin for you. Remember when I was walking like I just spent hours on a horse the second semester of tenth grade? I got my cock pierced and had all the hair removed from my body just for you." He bites on his lip ring while his cheekbones lightly turn pink.

"You did that for me?" I ask, looking down to gather my thoughts and watch his asshole stretch as I push my fingers in deeper, almost too easily.

"Tey… How else did you prepare for me?" I ask in a throaty voice as I feel my cock jerk in excitement.

"I've known that I'd always be yours since before I even knew what love was. I have waited for you to realize that I will always be here for you and Tillie. I had time on my hands and thought, well, I'd practice with some, um, dildos." The last words come out in a rush, his mouth hanging out with a grunt as I slip my fingers fully into his ass in one thrust.

"You've prepared this ass for my cock one day... Did you know the whole time that I'm completely yours?" My tone comes out adoring, opposite of how hard I'm pounding his ass with my cum-covered fingers and the tight grasp I have on his weeping cock.

"Always. I just waited for you to come around when you were ready." He chokes out on a gasp.

"Such a good boy. Do you deserve an award, you think?" I question as I kneel down on one leg and lightly skim my lips over the red marks of my handprint on his ass.

It's a masterpiece.

He's lost. I lose him as bliss overcomes his expression, his moans growing louder and louder as I pick up the speed of both of my hands. He fucks my fist back, hips thrusting forward as he hangs his head forward with a heavy exhale and moves faster when I rub my fingers inside his ass over the spot that's going to make him see stars. When he doesn't answer me, I open my mouth and bite right over the bright red of his left ass cheek. I shouldn't be surprised, but I was expecting a different response the moment I sank my teeth into him.

Maybe a yelp. Whimpering. Swearing… But who am I kidding? This is Tey.

His asshole clenches my fingers until I can barely feel them. His body shudders and stickiness covers my other hand as cum jerks out of his cock in white ropes that cover the bedding. I stand back up, leaning to the side, to see the mess he made. I'm almost tempted to command him to lick it all up, but seeing his fists closed tightly on the comforter and his arms shaking as he tries to push himself up, I change my mind. Glancing down, I shake my head to clear my head and silently talk to my cock to stay down. I need to give my Tey some love and aftercare.

I smooth my hand up and down his back, watching his shoulder muscles shift with each inhalation and exhalation until his breathing returns to normal and he slowly stands to his full height. Turning back to me, his blue eyes look deep and dark, like the ocean in the moonlight. The blissed-out expression, relaxed smile, and rapid blinking have me smirking.

"Good reward?" I whisper, grabbing the back of his neck and leaning him forward until his forehead rests against mine.

Rolling my head along his, I breathe him in and lightly place my mouth on his plump lips. He kisses me back just as gently, his lips curving at the corner the longer we stand there, not saying anything.

"I think you're right. I'm pretty sure the future holds punishment for Tillie and me. I can see your hand already twitching. Maybe I'll get a tattoo of your handprint on my ass." He sighs again, almost dreamily.

I chuckle and pull away, grabbing his hand and leading him to the bathroom so I can clean us from head to toe while showing him how much I love him with my touch.

"No need, love. Your ass will be red for the rest of your days. I'm pretty sure the outline of the shape of my palm will never fade with how much the two of you get into trouble." I shake my head in exasperation, pretending that it's a huge burden when, in reality, my hand really is twitching to mark him all over again.

"Oh no. How horrible. However, will Tillie and I survive?" he says dramatically, chuckling in delight.

"Brat," I mumble, but I can't contain my grin.