Blaze Page 6

  Facing front again, Danny studied himself in the mirror. The outfit was nice... but it didn’t give him the vibe he wanted. It looked too causal. He scrunched up his nose, wondering what he could do to sex it up. It was his arms, he decided, they were too bare. Danny dug around in the top drawer where he kept his accessories and came up with two thick, black leather cuffs. He fastened one around each wrist then checked himself out again. Now the outfit worked. The cuffs gave him the D/s spice he wanted. Happy with his look, Danny went down to the living room to wait for his ride.

  “Thank you! I’ll be sure to rate you five stars.” Danny thanked the driver as he exited the back seat of the dark sedan. He’d taken a car service to Club Decadence tonight because he’d been too keyed up to drive, and unsure if he’d be in a state to drive himself home. Tonight was the night. His first time playing with an actual Dom. He was full of nervous excitement, low-key horny, and a tad bit scared. His heart thumping, Danny slowly approached the club. Before he made it to the doors however, his phone dinged with an alert.

  “Shoot. I forgot to turn it off.” He didn’t want the phone making noise in the middle of his time with Jordan, so he pulled it from his shorts pocket to put it on airplane mode. Out of habit, he checked the notifications before silencing the phone. The little birdie in the corner told him that he had half a dozen tweets from that Ignite stan account.

  Where’s Ignite?

  You’re wasting your time drawing Blaze.

  Ignite would look better with these poses.

  When are you going to have new Ignite pics to share?

  Did you see Ignite got new gear? You should draw it.

  I actually saw Ignite flying over the city the other night. I took a picture if you want it for reference.

  “Geez, obsess much?” Danny muttered in annoyance. He didn’t need this when he was already nervous as hell. He was tempted to block the account but decided to ignore them for now. Danny put the phone on airplane mode and shoved it back into his pocket. Before he went inside, he took a quick second to shake off his aggravation at the tweets. He didn’t want to bring that negative energy with him to his time with Jordan.

  In the lobby, a different host from his previous visit greeted Danny, swiped his membership card, and told him to have a nice time. Inside the club proper, Danny scanned the lower level, looking for his sexy Dom. It only took a moment to spot Jordan at the bar, close to where they’d first bumped into each other. It was obvious he was watching the door. That realization made Danny’s heart pump double-time with excitement.

  Jordan was in all black again, this time a tight t-shirt that let Danny see the biceps he’d been fantasizing about — they were indeed magnificent — and a pair of coal black jeans. He leaned against the bar with an air of cool confidence as he watched Danny approach with that direct gaze of his. And Danny couldn’t look away. His eyes stayed locked on Jordan’s as he made his way across the club. Thankfully he didn’t bump into anyone.

  When he was within reach, Jordan held a hand out to him. Danny set his hand in Jordan’s and let the bigger man pull him in close. His palm tingled at the contact and he greeted him a little breathlessly. “Hello.”

  “You came,” Jordan said in his smooth voice.

  “I told you I would.”

  “And you did as I requested.”

  “Yep, lots of people here told me that you are a very good Dom and I would enjoy my time with you.”

  A hint of a smile tugged at Jordan’s lips. “And are you ready to enjoy your time with me?”

  The seductively voiced question made Danny’s toes curl. “Ye-yes.”

  Jordan pushed away from the bar, straightening to his full height. “The room will have water but would you like anything else to drink before we get started?”

  “No, I’m fine.”

  “Okay, come with me.”

  Their hands still linked, Danny and Jordan left the main area of the club behind. The music and conversation became muted when they turned down a wide hallway. On the left side of the hall, a decorative collection of whips and other toys were mounted to the black velvet covered wall. On the right were glass doors, frosted for privacy. They stopped at the fourth door. There was a small gold 4 painted on the smoked glass, and next to the door frame was a Reserved sign backlit with a yellow glow. Jordan held the door open for him.

  “After you.”

  Danny stepped inside the room and looked around. He immediately zeroed in on the bondage table in the center of the room. It appeared adjustable, and was currently extended to a length long enough for him to lay on. The top was padded, with metal loops on the sides for restraints, and what he assumed were hand grips at the head. The room also had a small love seat, and a cart that held a bucket of water bottles cooling on ice, wet wipes, and other toiletries. Before Danny could take in too much else, the door closed with a quiet click. He jumped at the sound as if it was a gunshot.

  “Are you all right?” Jordan asked from behind him.

  “Yes.”

  Jordan moved further into the room to stand in front of him.

  “Be honest with me, Danny.”

  Danny let out a little sigh. “I’m nervous,” he said as he rocked up once on his toes. “Not want to back out of it nervous. First-timer nerves, I guess.”

  “I understand. Let’s sit down and talk for a moment. We’ll negotiate the scene first and we won’t do anything until you’re ready.”

  “Okay.”

  Jordan gazed down at him, his eyes dark and serious. “I’ll take care of you, Danny.”

  At that assurance, voiced almost as solemnly as a sacred vow, most of the nervous tension drained from his shoulders. He couldn’t explain it, but he felt comfortable with Jordan, trusting him to keep him safe. “I believe you,” he said. They went and sat down on the love seat, Jordan’s arm across the back, and a foot of space between them.

  “Tell me your limits, both hard and soft.”

  Danny decided to get the big one out of the way first. “It’s not a kink limit, but I guess I should be upfront and tell you I don’t want to have sex tonight.” He was on board being intimate with a stranger he was attracted to but he didn’t want to go so far as to have sex with him just yet.

  “I need you to be specific. No penetration?”

  “Right.”

  “Where am I allowed to touch you?”

  “Anywhere except my-.” Danny stumbled to an embarrassed halt and vaguely waved at his lap.

  Jordan lightly tapped Danny on his shoulder. “Be specific, Danny.”

  “Anywhere except my cock. And balls.” He added on the last in a rush before Jordan could tell him to be specific again.

  “Do you have a safe word or do you want to use the red, yellow, green system?”

  “My safe word is exposure.”

  “Good. I like that you thought of it ahead of time.”

  Danny was suddenly aware that the hard muscle of Jordan’s thigh pressed against his own. When had Jordan closed the distance between them? He was so close. And he smelled amazing, a rich, dark and warm scent that made Danny want to press his face to the Dom’s chest covered by that tight black shirt and breathe him in. Why had he been nervous? Jordan would take care of him, just as he’d said.

  Fully relaxed now, he listened as Jordan explained what would happen. They were going to play with a Wartenberg wheel tonight. That got Danny’s heart racing again. Feathers and silk were nice, but he was excited to try something a little more intense for his first time.

  “Are you ready?” Jordan asked once he was finished.

  “Yes.”

  “Stand up.”

  Danny rose from the couch. He let Jordan guide him to stand in between his spread knees.

  “As much as I love this outfit...” Jordan slipped a finger beneath the tight hem of the shorts to caress Danny’s thigh. “I need you to undress for me.”

  This was it. Danny paused to draw in a deep breath before he started to undress. He took
off his shoes first, stepping out of them with Jordan’s big, warm hand on his hip to keep him steady. As he unbuttoned the top of the romper, his fingers trembled, not with nerves, but with eager anticipation. The material parted, revealing a narrow strip of his chest.

  Once all the buttons were undone, he shrugged out of one sleeve, then the other. The top fell to his waist, leaving all of his torso bare. Jordan’s eyes lit up with a hungry fire, and he shifted once on the couch as if he’d been about to rise but restrained himself at the last moment. That reaction pleased Danny, making him especially glad that he’d used the expensive body lotion tonight. He continued undressing, pushing the shorts off his hips, and letting them fall to the floor. He was left in a pair of small, square-cut briefs.

  Jordan stood. Moved in close. So close that Danny gasped when the material of the Dom’s shirt rubbed against his bare skin. He felt small and vulnerable standing there nearly naked, with Jordan fully clothed and towering over him. And he was aroused even though they had yet to do anything. Unsure if he should express that arousal, he kept his gaze fixed on the wide chest in front of him. Until Jordan raised a hand and traced one fingertip down his spine. Danny gasped again at the featherlight touch, finally raising his head to meet Jordan’s gaze.

  “Want to make sure you’re with me.”

  “I’m with you,” Danny assured him in a soft whisper.

  “Good. Go and lie face down on the table,” Jordan said with a nod toward the bondage equipment in the middle of the room.

  Danny nodded and turned to do as he’d been told, hyper aware that Jordan was right behind him, watching him as he walked. He climbed up onto the table, crawling forward until his knees were in the center of it. A low groan rumbled behind him. Still on his knees, Danny looked back over his shoulder. Jordan’s eyes were glued to his ass. Danny watched as they slowly rose to make contact with his own. Desire swooped low in his belly. He’d never had a man look at him with that much hunger. He had a moment’s regret that he’d decided no sex tonight, but he knew that decision was for the best. Facing forward again, Danny laid down and stretched out.

  “I’m not going to restrain you this evening,” Jordan said as he approached the table. “But I want you to hold on to the hand grips and don’t let go. Understand?”

  “Yes,” Danny answered, gripping where instructed. Seconds later, heat bloomed across his back when Jordan leaned down over him to whisper in his ear.

  “I mean it, Danny. Don’t let go or I’ll have to punish you.”

  Determined to obey, Danny immediately tightened his hold on the grips. Although, a part of him was curious to see what Jordan’s punishment would be if he didn’t. He jumped slightly when a hand landed on the back of his thigh.

  “Relax. I want to learn the feel of you.”

  Jordan stroked him softly for several moments. He’d said it was to learn the feel of him, but it also worked to calm Danny. The touch soothed him, settling his skittish nerves. He relaxed, muscles loosening, no longer jumping every time Jordan’s hands moved to caress a new spot. Jordan swept a palm down his back, once, then again. Danny expected a third sweep of Jordan’s palm but instead cool metal touched his skin as the Wartenberg wheel rolled up his torso.

  The change was so seamless, Danny didn’t have a chance to be scared. The prickly sensation rolled up his back and over his shoulder. When it dipped into the sensitive spot where shoulder meet throat, Danny’s fingers flexed on the hand grips. But he didn’t let go. He held on as the tiny wheel rolled over his body, sometimes moving so lightly he barely felt it, sometimes pressing hard enough to sting. Jordan moved the wheel everywhere — his back, his thighs, his calves, even the bottoms of his feet — often following with more sweeps of his calloused palm.

  Danny didn’t know which touch he liked more. It didn’t matter however, because in no time at all, his entire body buzzed, as sensitive as a live wire. He trembled, just as Jordan said he would. His nipples tightened and his cock grew so hard he shifted to try and get into a more comfortable position. But the drag of his cock against the padded leather felt good, and he ended up rolling his hips, practically humping the table. A second later he gasped, his toes curling as the wheel skirted along the crease beneath his ass cheek.

  Overwhelmed with sensation, Danny bit his lip, trying to be quiet so the Dom could concentrate and work. He didn’t want to embarrass himself by moaning so loudly that he distracted Jordan. He successfully managed to hold back his whimpers, until Jordan smoothed a hand up his back to wrap strong fingers around the nape of his neck. The Dom held Danny down as he leaned over him again. His deep voice rolled out, warm breath whispering over the shell of Danny’s ear, sending shivers down his spine.

  “It’s okay to make noise, little sub. Let me hear how good you feel.”

  Still holding him down with one hand, Jordan nudged Danny’s legs apart, and ghosted the spiney wheel up the inside of his thigh with the other. The feeling of being under Jordan’s control, together with the delicious sting on such a sensitive part of his body was a potent combination. Danny stopped biting his lip, let go of his inhibitions, and moaned.

  ***

  Jordan stared, practically entranced as Danny’s hips rose in gentle little arches before lowering to press against the padded table. Although he’d been given permission to touch his ass, he’d resisted thus far. But he needed to feel that plump flesh under his palm. He cupped Danny there, squeezing softly, sliding a thumb up his cloth covered crease. He remembered the limit — no penetration — so he pressed in only enough to feel the heat of Danny’s center against his thumb. Danny gave another one of those soft gasps and Jordan’s cock throbbed in response.

  He’d never wanted so badly. He wanted to tug off those tiny briefs. He wanted to climb on top of Danny, covering his smaller body with his own. He wanted to hold him down while he fucked him slowly, thoroughly, until those gasps turned into ragged sobs and desperate cries. He wanted Danny.

  But he couldn’t have him. They’d agreed to no sex, which worked out perfectly for him since he couldn’t allow himself to become any more involved than he already had. One night is all he got. With that reminder, he decided it was best to get his focus off that gorgeous ass.

  “Turn over.”

  Danny started to move, then he hesitated, his fingers flexing on the hand grips.

  “You can let go of the bars until you’re on your back.”

  Danny shifted and rolled until he was stretched out again, this time on his back. Now Jordan got to enjoy the sight of his front. And it was a treat. Sweetly curved lips slightly parted for little puffs of air to escape, eyes heavy-lidded, skin warmed to an even richer brown with tiny droplets of sweat dotting his hairline. He wore blissed out arousal well.

  Jordan let his gaze trail down Danny’s delightful little body. His cock was hard behind those tight briefs, and a clear wet spot let Jordan know the head was slick with pre-cum. The visual proof of Danny’s arousal and enjoyment in their play was beautiful. But Jordan wanted to hear how much he enjoyed it too.

  He rolled the wheel down Danny’s torso, bringing the prickly sensation to the sensitive, thin skin of his pelvis. Danny shivered. “Do you like that?” Jordan asked.

  “Yes.”

  “But you closed yourself off from me.”

  A frown touched Danny’s sweat-damp forehead. “I did?”

  Jordan looked down at Danny’s legs, held tightly together. Danny raised his head to look too.

  “Oh. I didn’t realize.”

  “Open your legs for me, Danny.”

  The muscles in Danny’s thighs twitched as if he was going to move. But he didn’t. His brow creased even more as his frown deepened.

  “I... can’t.”

  Jordan understood what was happening. Danny’s overstimulated body was probably sending him too many signals and he’d locked up, an automatic response to his brain trying to decide if it wanted more of the pleasure-pain Jordan gave. The response wasn’t unusual, especially
for someone experiencing sensation play for the first time. Jordan checked in with Danny, just to be sure he wanted to continue.

  “What’s your safe word, Danny?”

  “Exposure.”

  “Do you need to use it or take a break?”

  “No. I’m okay. Really.”

  Jordan smoothed a hand up Danny’s calf, fingers pressing in when he reached the thickness of his thighs. “Then open your legs,” he ordered as he squeezed. Danny whimpered in response. His legs began to move, parting slightly. Jordan softly encouraged him until they were open as far as they could go without falling off the table. “There you go. Good boy.” Jordan offered the praise while gently caressing Danny’s hip. “Ready for more?”

  At Danny’s nod, he continued on with the sensual torture. He concentrated on rolling the wheel up and down the insides of the little sub’s thighs, coming close to but never touching the forbidden areas. Jordan followed the wheel’s path with his fingertips, lightly scratching the sensitized skin.

  Danny writhed and panted, the wet spot on his briefs growing as he curled his hips up, trying to guide the wheel where he wanted it to go. But Jordan was in control. He changed up the pace and path and pressure, keeping Danny on the edge until he was a trembling, moaning mess. Only then did he back off long enough to give Danny a chance to catch his breath. Once his shaking eased, he moved the wheel up the sweat-slick torso, paused to circle a nipple, then continued on, up his arm all the way to his wrist. He stopped when he reached the black leather cuff Danny wore. “I like these,” he said, gently tapping the leather.

  “Thank you.”

  “They make me think of seeing your wrists in restraints. Would you like to be restrained, Danny?”