Rough Hands, soft silk: Part 4 in the "After the party" series...
Title: Preparing to make a claim (Part 4 in the “After the Party Series)
Author: Kaellite
Disclaimer: I have no affiliation with Mark, Chris or Jonathan and all would be appalled by this. No profit is being made or sought by this endeavor of imagination, strictly for fun, please don’t sue. And guys, we all know this didn’t happen, it’s just pretend, right?
Warnings:all foreplay here, and pretty much NC-17 at that. Also, D/S, “Daddy” and “Baby Boy”, bondage.
Word Count: 783
Rating: NC-17 (to be on the safe side)
Summary: Mark owns Chris, they both know it...
Spoilers: None.
A/N: This is a sequel (as requested) to “After the party” and “A Question of Ownership”
A/N 2. I wiil have the next part up on the 9th. I promise. So I’m sorry this is short, but RL and all that.
Chris padded to the deck, his breath catching as he saw they were literally over the water as the cottage was built on pilings.
“You can look later Boy. You’re going to suck me off out there after dinner.” Mark laughed at the flicker of excitement that passed over his boy’s features. “No, Boy, you’re not going to sleep with a belly full of my spunk, I’m going to paint your pretty face with it.”
Chris groaned involuntarily at the image then, once he realized Mark had closed the door behind him, he sank to his knees for his Daddy as he’d been taught, eyes downcast. Mark ruffled his hair then tugged on it until his boy was standing. “Bath now, Baby Boy.” He commanded. “Clean yourself good for me, especially this.” He smacked Chris on the behind, none too gently at that, and felt his dick harden even more, impossible as that seemed, at the pleased whimper his boy made at the contact. “I’ve got plans for that. Oh, and Boy? Don’t forget to put your lipstick on after. I want everyone staring at that mouth later when we go to dinner. Then I’m going stretch it wide around my cock..
He waited until the sound of bath water running was replaced by soft singing, before he unpacked the smallest but most important of the bags. A few items he placed on the bench at the foot of the bed for convenient access. The black silk cords, however, he tied to each corner of the bed, their other ends waiting to bind Chris. Mark arranged the pillows in what he thought was a good approximation of where they would help prop Chris up. That done, he stripped his shirt off and waited.
When Chris entered the bedroom again his eyes were torn between the promise of the bed and his Master and Daddy fisting his thick cock. Unthinkingly he sank to his knees again and opened his mouth hopefully. He’d only got to swallow Mark twice before he’d left for Europe and on the car ride to the cottage, he’d only got to lick, so he craved the feel of that heavy length in his mouth, down his throat. Mark gently caressed his face. “Later Baby, Daddy didn’t get to claim that ass before you left. It’s time to fix that. Up on the bed, face down, stomach on the pillows.” Chris hurried to do as he was told. God, his Boy was so obedient, Mark thought, he’d have to reward him later. Chris had even stretched his arms out in front of him to be bound though Mark hadn’t specified that. Yes, a reward was most definitely in order. Working conscientiously to make sure that Chris wouldn’t lose circulation, he tied the ankles then the wrists. That left one strand of silk left. Knotting loosely around Chris’ throat, he smiled at the sight of the red silk against pale skin. “I was going to go with a leather collar, but you’re so fucking pretty this seemed the better fit. You okay Baby?”
“A little cold”
Mark ran his hands down Chris’ back and over the firm mounds that were, yes, cool to the touch. He knew a way to remedy that and add some color at the same time. Quickly he raised a hand and slapped one cheek, then the other, grinning as Chris bucked and arched for more contact. More he’d get, Mark decided. Bringing his hand down harder, he rained down blows in rapid succession, not stopping until he heard Chris cry, “Daddy, stop. Please.”
Shit! Mark’s stomach plummeted. He never meant to hurt Chris, he’d never do that. Voice filled with guilt, he pulled Chris up and draped himself over him, stroking his sides gently. “Sorry Baby, I’m so sorry, we won’t do that again.”
“No Daddy, that’s not what I meant. I was going to come and I didn’t think you wanted me to do that yet.”
Well fuck! Mark pressed against him, grinding into his boy if the truth were told. “It’s alright Baby. You can come as often and whenever you need to this weekend. We’ll work on controlling that later.” He was the perfect boy, Mark realized. Chris knew instinctively how this was supposed to work, Mark was the one who had to catch up, and he would. “Love you Baby.”
“Love you too, Daddyyyy.” Chris keened on the last syllable as Mark’s stubble grazed against the small of his back then moved lower. Fingers, calloused from pressing against guitar strings, spread him and he moaned.
“You like my fingers on you don’t you Baby?”
“Yes Daddy.”
“Good, because you’re going to love them inside of you then.