The Switch (J2 oneshot)
Title: The Switch
Author: xephwrites
Pairings: Jared/Jensen, Jared/OMC Jared/OFC
Rating: NC 17
Word Count: 3462
Disclaimer: Jensen and Jared are individuals, and I take no claim to their lives. However, if I did own them, they would not have acting careers as they would be tied to my bed, catering to my whims.
Spoilers: none
Summary: Jared is Master Winchester, a very high paid Dom in the city. What the world doesn't know is once he gets home, the big terrifying Dom turns into a pliant sub.
Warnings: HOO BOY! Lets see now... Bondage, sounding (yes, I wrote sounding but it's brief), flogging, spanking, degredation, dirty talk, Dom!Jared, Dom!Jensen, dirty talk, comeplay. I think I got everything.
Notes: Yes, I wrote RPS, again. But I just loved the prompt! Big, muscley Jared makes his living as a black leather (partially) clad Dom for hire. The extent and type of sex with his clients is up to the writer, but no non-con please. Dom Jensen takes care of his (actually sub) boyfriend Jared after a long day at work. Preference for a touch of schmoop in the J2 D/s relationship, but not required. Yeah, if my boss ever found out that this is what I do with the laptop at work, he'd probably ban me from bringing it. Also, this was written as a part of transfixeddream's prostitution meme.
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Jared smacked the palm of his hand with the beaded flogger. His leather clad hips were cocked in annoyance.
“Just tell me what I want to know, and I won’t have to hurt you,” he drawled. His voice was low and threatening.
“Please, I don’t know anything!” The man bound to the chair begged. He was naked, and his dick was hard, leaking. Jared laughed.
“I don’t buy it,” he said as he brought the flogger across the man’s chest. The man gasped and twitched, both arching into and pulling away from the lash.
“I don’t know,” the bound man panted. Jared’s motorcycle boots made a loud echo in the sparsely decorated room. He picked up a pair of nipple clamps and returned to the man he was interrogating. He twisted the screws inwards, making the rubber tipped ends spread further apart. The man’s hips rolled.
“You’re tough,” Jared said as he placed one of the clamps on a perked nipple. The man hissed. “But you will break.” Jared caught the other nipple in the other clamp. He stepped back and landed the flogger on the man’s upper thigh.
“I’ll never talk,” the bound man spat. Jared laughed and landed another blow on the other thigh. The man gasped and his dick twitched.
Jared continued to land blows over the man’s body, making him jolt, hiss and whine. Jared’s eyes flicked to the clock. Half hour mark. He mentally ran over what was discussed as hard no’s. He looked back to the table where his toys were laid out, sterilized and ready to be used.
“Then I’ll just have to step it up, then,” Jared said over his shoulder. He pulled on a pair of latex gloves and grabbed a small tube of lube. He picked up a tiny metal rod and faced the man. The man groaned and his head fell back.
Jared lubed up the small sound carefully. He knelt in front of the man and grabbed his dick. He kept the touch impersonal, even though the man kept bucking into the latex grip.
“The more you move, the more it will hurt,” Jared warned as he placed the tip of the small rod on the slit. The man’s hips stilled as Jared gently slid it in. The man groaned loudly as it sat in place. He looked down at it. Jared twisted the small screws on the nipple clamps, pinching the nipples harder. He resumed the blows, being careful to avoid the man’s crotch.
The man was sweating and panting. He stared up at Jared with wild and desperate eyes.
“You going to talk?” Jared asked, stopping the next blow. The man closed his eyes.
“Let me come, Sir,” he whined. “Please, God, let me come, Sir.”
Jared smiled.
“Now, was that so hard?” Jared said, amusement filling his voice. He removed the sound carefully and placed it back on the tray. He untied the man’s wrists from the legs of the chair. “Make yourself come, you disgusting piece of shit!” Jared barked as he pulled off the latex gloves with a snap.
The man whined as he took his cock in hand and started stroking furiously. His mouth dropped open as his body jerked. Thick white ropes of come landed on the floor. He panted harshly, sliding out of the chair and onto his knees in the aftermath of his orgasm.
“Now clean it,” Jared said, crouching down in front of the man. The man leaned forward, his body flushing red with shame as a tongue peeked out and licked the cooling come off the floor. Jared looked up at the clock. Ten minutes.
His hand reached out and stroked the man’s hair gently. He undid the nipple clamps with his other hand.
“You did so well,” Jared praised. The man smiled and slumped forward, resting his forehead on Jared’s broad muscled shoulder. Jared rubbed his back softly and wiped a tear off the man’s cheek. “Are you alright?” He asked.
“I’m fine, Master Winchester,” the man panted. “Just…need another minute.” Jared nodded and rubbed a few of the welts on the man’s legs. Jared smiled and rested his cheek on the top of the man’s head.
His client came back to himself and dressed back into the double breasted suit he wore in. Jared placed the chair back where it belonged.
“If you wish to place another appointment, please speak with Michelle at the front desk,” Jared said with a small smile. The man nodded and left the room quickly. He walked to an intercom and hit a button.
“Winchester checking in,” he said into the small plastic box. “Session finished. I believe I have a half hour until my next appointment?”
“Yes, Winchester,” an older female voice said back over the intercom. “Half hour. Oh, and your husband called. Said you forgot your lunch. Again.” Jared could hear the smile in her voice as he smacked himself on the forehead.
“Thanks, Arlene,” he said. He released the button and returned to the table of toys. He carefully picked up the sound with the latex gloves. He opened a drawer under the tray and grabbed a plastic bag. He dropped the sound in and sealed the bag. He flung the gloves into the garbage. He sprayed disinfectant on the come on the floor. Using paper towel and his boot, he wiped it up.
Clean and all set for his next client.
He left the room carrying the plastic bag and made his way to the top floor. He dropped the sound into a small box containing other used toys, set to be washed and sterilized. He knocked on an office door.
“Come in,” Arlene called. Jared entered the office and gave a warm smile to the middle aged woman behind the desk. She was short, her hair was white blonde, and at fifty, she was damned good looking.
“How did it go?” She asked, her eyes never leaving the security camera locked on the main waiting room.
“Better,” Jared said, leaning back on her desk. “I think he may become a regular.” Arlene smiled and took in the long leather clad legs.
“Next, you have your favorite lady CEO, then a first timer,” she said, her eyes trailing up his muscular chest. “Have I ever told you how insanely envious I am of your husband?”
“Repeatedly,” he laughed. “You know, you can always come over one night and watch us.“ Arlene smiled back and slapped him lightly on the thigh.
“Get that tight little ass of yours back down there,” she said, humor lingering in her voice.
Jared returned to his room, and made sure everything was in place for his next client.
She knocked gently on the door.
“Enter,” he said, keeping his voice hard, just the way she liked. She opened the door and stepped in. “Hello, my little whore. How are you today?”
She shivered at the use of the slur she begged him to use when addressing her.
“Fine, Master Winchester,” she purred as she stood in the center of the room.
“The usual today?”
She nodded and walked over to the wall. She faced it. He came up behind her and grabbed her wrists hard, pulling them over her head. He locked them into leather cuffs suspended from the ceiling. He grabbed the hem of her blue skirt and pushed it over her hips. He admired the firm ass and black lace thong. He put on the leather executioner mask and picked up a riding crop.
“Open,” he commanded. Her mouth fell open. He placed the crop in her mouth and she bit down on it. He took a studded paddle from the wall. He gave it a few experimental swings, letting her feel the breeze it created. She shivered.
Without warning, he landed it across both cheeks. She jumped but didn’t make a sound. Jared smiled behind the leather. He pulled back and let it land again, harder.
He fucking loved his job.
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Jared dragged his feet as he unlocked his apartment door. His last client was difficult, and brought down his mood for the day. He spotted Jensen’s dress shoes on the rack and smiled. He toed off his running shoes. They were so much more comfortable than walking home in those motorcycle boots.
“In here, Jared,” Jensen said from the living room. Jared managed a smile as he entered the spacious apartment.
Jensen was relaxed on the couch. His purple tie was loosened and the top two buttons on his navy shirt were undone. Two glasses of red wine waited on the glass coffee table.
“How was your day?” Jared asked, mustering some enthusiasm. Jensen flashed a bright smile at his husband.
“Sealed the deal today,” he said. “I walked in there and fucking killed it. It was fantastic.” Jared leaned over and gave him a kiss. Jared sunk to the floor, sitting beside Jensen’s feet and rested his head on his husband’s thigh. Jensen ran his hand through the dark brown hair.
“You, on the other hand, look like you had a shitty day,” he said softly. Jared buried his face into the dress pants.
“The day was good, even saw my CEO,” Jared said into the toned leg. “Just the last client…” Jensen stroked the back of his lover’s neck affectionately.
“Do you need it tonight?” Jensen asked. Jared looked up into the loving green eyes and nodded.
“Yes, I need it,” he whispered. “Please, Master.”
Jensen nodded to the coffee table. Jared leaned over and picked up the thick leather collar sitting beside the bottle of wine. He held it in both hands, kneeling at Jensen’s feet. Jensen took the collar and wrapped it around Jared’s neck. He tightened it so he could only slide his pinky finger between the leather and his lover’s skin.
Jared relaxed at the feel of the collar.
“Thank you,” he whispered. Jensen leaned back on the sofa.
“My wine,” he said. Jared picked up one of the glasses and handed it to his husband. Jensen sipped it slowly, keeping his eyes on the man kneeling at his feet.
“What happened with your last client?”
Jared took a deep breath.
“He was a first timer,” Jared started, his voice a little shaky. “We went through the preliminaries, and everything was good. He wanted humiliation and abuse. So I slapped him around a bit, called him names. And he loved it.” Jensen nodded and took another sip.
“What went wrong?”
“He,” Jared started. “He propositioned me halfway through.” Jared’s voice was soft. Jensen’s hand squeezed his shoulder lightly. “Said he’d give me an extra two hundred if I screwed him.” Jared closed his eyes and rested his head back on Jensen’s thigh. “So I stopped the session, called Arlene and had him removed.” Jensen’s hand rubbed soothing circles on his shoulder.
“Think it might have been an undercover?” Jensen asked gently. Jared shrugged and exhaled a shuddering breath. “You did the right thing,” Jensen said. Jared nodded.
“I know, but being propositioned like that, it made me feel…cheap, dirty. No better than a street walker.” Jared looked up at Jensen, his eyes sad. “I’m not, right?”
“You’re a professional Dom,” Jensen said, stroking the side of Jared’s face. “You follow the rules, and you’re probably one of the best in this city. You are not a whore.” Jared relaxed.
“But I am your slut,” he said with a smile. Jensen laughed.
“Yes, my slut,” he said in a low voice. Jared went to crawl onto the couch, but Jensen grabbed the large D ring and kept him on the floor. “I don’t think so,” Jensen said harshly. Jared whined and stared up at him. “What didn’t you do today?”
Jared stared at the floor.
“I forgot my lunch, again,” he said meekly.
“Why is it so important for you to remember it?” Jensen asked, still holding the D ring.
“To keep myself healthy, for you,” Jared said. Jensen nodded.
“It’s dinner time,” he said as he stood. “Crawl to the kitchen.”
Jared crawled behind his husband as they went from the living room to kitchen. The ceramic tiles hurt Jared’s knees a bit.
“I made us a chicken Caesar salad with garlic bread,” Jensen said as he pulled a plate down from the cupboard. He bent down and pulled out a ceramic dog dish with Jared’s name printed on it. He piled the salad onto both dishes and carried them to the table. Jensen placed his plate on the table and Jared’s underneath.
Jared crawled under the table, stopping in front of the dish. His face burned in shame. Jensen sat at the table and pulled his chair in. His legs stretched out and rested on Jared’s muscular back as he ate. Jared leaned down and ate the salad without the use of his hands. He was thankful that it was a simple dish tonight.
The rule was when Jared ate under the table, there was no talking. Jared hated it, so it was a decent punishment. Jensen crossed his feet at the ankle, putting more pressure on his spine.
After a few minutes, Jensen removed his feet. Jared only had a bit of lettuce and croutons left when a piece of garlic bread was held under the table. Jared smiled and crawled to the offered bread. It was a small piece. Jared took it gently in his mouth and chewed. When he was finished, Jared licked at the crumbs on Jensen’s fingers. He heard him laugh before he nudged him back towards his bowl.
They returned to the living room after dinner. Jared still crawled behind his husband. They sat how they were when Jared first came home, Jensen on the couch and Jared at his feet. Jared poured another glass of wine and held it out for Jensen. Jensen held the glass to Jared’s lips and tipped it. Jared drank slowly, not wanting to get any on their cream colored carpet. Jensen pulled his glass away and started drinking. He nodded towards the other glass. Jared took it and sipped slowly.
“It’s still bothering you, isn’t it?” Jensen asked as he stroked Jared’s broad shoulders. Jared nodded meekly. “Do you put out for anyone who asks?” Jensen’s voice was gravelly, and hints of his faded Texas accent filtered through. “Are you giving up what’s mine for anyone who will pay?”
“No, Master. Only you,” Jared said, nuzzling into his husband’s thigh. Jensen threaded his fingers into the long dark hair and tugged.
“Who do you fuck?” Jensen growled.
“Only you, Master,” Jared sighed, his dick growing in interest.
“Prove it,” Jensen said as he released the hair.
Jared slid in between his husband’s feet. He picked one off the floor and peeled away the dress sock. He placed tender kisses on each toe as he rubbed the heel with his thumb. Jensen’s breath hitched as he sank back into the sofa. He placed kisses on the instep, the top of his foot and around the ankles. He carefully placed the foot back on the lush carpet and gave the same treatment to the other.
Jensen’s green eyes were lidded as he stared down at his lover. Jared leaned forward and started mouthing at Jensen’s dick through the dress pants. Jensen’s head fell back as he moaned softly. Jared crawled up onto the couch and took one of his husband’s hands. He placed it over his own dick, trapped in his khakis.
“This is only for you,” Jared whispered as he placed kisses along Jensen’s neck. “I never get hard at work. Ever. I’ve tried.” Jared bit down on that spot just behind his lover’s ear, the one that gets him every time. Jensen’s hand closed around Jared’s dick as a moan finally escaped. Jared smiled and bucked into the touch.
“Strip,” Jensen rasped. “And make it good.”
Jared leaned back and toyed with the hem of his t-shirt and nibbled his bottom lip. Jensen groaned. He still couldn’t believe that one of the highest paid Dom’s in the city morphed into a passive sub with just a single word.
Jared pulled the shirt over his head slowly, exposing his well built chest. He let the shirt drop on the couch as he stood. He undid the khakis and pulled the zipper down, each click of the teeth echoing in the room. Jared rubbed both sides of his dick that was straining against the black cotton briefs. He swiveled his hips and the pants fell to his knees. He turned to the side and bent over to pull them off. Jensen ran an appreciative eye over every taut muscle.
“You would have made one hell of a stripper,” Jensen said. Jared winked at him before turning his back to his lover. Jared bent over, tugging at the briefs. Inch by inch, Jared exposed the well rounded ass. When the briefs were pooled at his feet, he ran one finger along the cleft, pulling one cheek to the side, showing Jensen his hole.
Jensen’s hand shot out and he lightly backhanded the ass. Jared groaned and stood up.
“Bedroom. Crawl,” he ordered. Jared dropped down to his knees again and slinked across the floor, heading towards their bedroom. Jensen stood back and admired the sway of his hips. He unbuttoned his shirt. He was about to discard his tie on the floor, but had an idea. He took the shirt off and left it hanging on the back of the couch. He left the tie unknotted and hanging around his shoulders. He undid the dress pants and left them pooled on the floor. He followed Jared into the bedroom.
Jared was kneeling at the foot of their bed wearing only the collar. Jensen opened the bottom drawer of the dresser and took a pair of leather cuffs. He took the container of lube and sat on the edge of the bed.
“Sit, back to me,” he ordered as he patted his thighs just above his knees. Jared sat carefully, spreading his legs to keep balance. “Hands.” Jared clasped his hands behind his back. Jensen slid the cuffs on and pulled them as tight as he could. He slid the elastic of his underwear down enough so that his dick sprang free. He took the lube and pushed between Jared’s shoulders.
Jared leaned forward obediently. Jensen parted his legs a bit and circled around Jared’s hole with a wet finger. Jared trembled, trying to keep still. Jensen thrust a single finger in, making Jared moan. He slipped a second one in quickly, scissoring his fingers to loosen the muscle. Jared made tiny jerking motions with his hips.
When he was prepped enough, Jensen laid back on the bed and spread lube over himself.
“Fuck me,” he growled. Jared shifted backwards, letting Jensen guide his hips. He hovered over Jensen and slid down slowly. As he entered his lover, he took the tie and looped it around Jared’s mouth. Once Jared was fully seated, Jensen pulled on the tie, making his lover’s back arch at a difficult angle.
“Look at you,” he groaned. “Bound and gagged, and desperate for me.” He thrust up into the tight heat, rolling his hips to nudge Jared’s prostate. Jared shuddered and moaned around the fabric in his mouth. “Who else gets you like this?”
Jared shook his head.
“Just me?”
Jared nodded frantically. He began rocking his hips, building up the rhythm his husband set. Jensen’s free hand connected on his hip. The crack was loud in the room.
“Faster.”
Jared moved faster, straining against his bonds. He was whimpering. He needed to come.
“Come for me, my slut,” Jensen growled. Jared’s body went ridged as he screamed around the gag. His muscles tightened, squeezing Jensen. Jensen arched off the bed and came in his lover with a single shout. He gave himself a moment to catch his breath before untying Jared. Once Jared was free of the bonds, he flopped backwards on the bed.
They lay nose to nose on the bed.
“Feeling better?” Jensen said breathlessly. Jared nodded.
“Thank you, Master,” he whispered.
Jared woke the next morning to Jensen giving him a kiss as he did up his tie.
“Big meeting,” he said. “Gotta leave now. Your clothes and other items are laid out. Your breakfast is ready. Don’t forget your lunch.” Jensen gave him another peck on the cheek. He pulled on his suit jacket and winked over his shoulder before leaving the bedroom.
Jared sat up and saw his street clothes draped over the lounge chair. Beside them was a chastity device with the padlock open. Jared smiled as he knew the key was around Jensen’s neck.
He really loved his Dom.
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Author: xephwrites
Pairings: Jared/Jensen, Jared/OMC Jared/OFC
Rating: NC 17
Word Count: 3462
Disclaimer: Jensen and Jared are individuals, and I take no claim to their lives. However, if I did own them, they would not have acting careers as they would be tied to my bed, catering to my whims.
Spoilers: none
Summary: Jared is Master Winchester, a very high paid Dom in the city. What the world doesn't know is once he gets home, the big terrifying Dom turns into a pliant sub.
Warnings: HOO BOY! Lets see now... Bondage, sounding (yes, I wrote sounding but it's brief), flogging, spanking, degredation, dirty talk, Dom!Jared, Dom!Jensen, dirty talk, comeplay. I think I got everything.
Notes: Yes, I wrote RPS, again. But I just loved the prompt! Big, muscley Jared makes his living as a black leather (partially) clad Dom for hire. The extent and type of sex with his clients is up to the writer, but no non-con please. Dom Jensen takes care of his (actually sub) boyfriend Jared after a long day at work. Preference for a touch of schmoop in the J2 D/s relationship, but not required. Yeah, if my boss ever found out that this is what I do with the laptop at work, he'd probably ban me from bringing it. Also, this was written as a part of transfixeddream's prostitution meme.
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Jared smacked the palm of his hand with the beaded flogger. His leather clad hips were cocked in annoyance.
“Just tell me what I want to know, and I won’t have to hurt you,” he drawled. His voice was low and threatening.
“Please, I don’t know anything!” The man bound to the chair begged. He was naked, and his dick was hard, leaking. Jared laughed.
“I don’t buy it,” he said as he brought the flogger across the man’s chest. The man gasped and twitched, both arching into and pulling away from the lash.
“I don’t know,” the bound man panted. Jared’s motorcycle boots made a loud echo in the sparsely decorated room. He picked up a pair of nipple clamps and returned to the man he was interrogating. He twisted the screws inwards, making the rubber tipped ends spread further apart. The man’s hips rolled.
“You’re tough,” Jared said as he placed one of the clamps on a perked nipple. The man hissed. “But you will break.” Jared caught the other nipple in the other clamp. He stepped back and landed the flogger on the man’s upper thigh.
“I’ll never talk,” the bound man spat. Jared laughed and landed another blow on the other thigh. The man gasped and his dick twitched.
Jared continued to land blows over the man’s body, making him jolt, hiss and whine. Jared’s eyes flicked to the clock. Half hour mark. He mentally ran over what was discussed as hard no’s. He looked back to the table where his toys were laid out, sterilized and ready to be used.
“Then I’ll just have to step it up, then,” Jared said over his shoulder. He pulled on a pair of latex gloves and grabbed a small tube of lube. He picked up a tiny metal rod and faced the man. The man groaned and his head fell back.
Jared lubed up the small sound carefully. He knelt in front of the man and grabbed his dick. He kept the touch impersonal, even though the man kept bucking into the latex grip.
“The more you move, the more it will hurt,” Jared warned as he placed the tip of the small rod on the slit. The man’s hips stilled as Jared gently slid it in. The man groaned loudly as it sat in place. He looked down at it. Jared twisted the small screws on the nipple clamps, pinching the nipples harder. He resumed the blows, being careful to avoid the man’s crotch.
The man was sweating and panting. He stared up at Jared with wild and desperate eyes.
“You going to talk?” Jared asked, stopping the next blow. The man closed his eyes.
“Let me come, Sir,” he whined. “Please, God, let me come, Sir.”
Jared smiled.
“Now, was that so hard?” Jared said, amusement filling his voice. He removed the sound carefully and placed it back on the tray. He untied the man’s wrists from the legs of the chair. “Make yourself come, you disgusting piece of shit!” Jared barked as he pulled off the latex gloves with a snap.
The man whined as he took his cock in hand and started stroking furiously. His mouth dropped open as his body jerked. Thick white ropes of come landed on the floor. He panted harshly, sliding out of the chair and onto his knees in the aftermath of his orgasm.
“Now clean it,” Jared said, crouching down in front of the man. The man leaned forward, his body flushing red with shame as a tongue peeked out and licked the cooling come off the floor. Jared looked up at the clock. Ten minutes.
His hand reached out and stroked the man’s hair gently. He undid the nipple clamps with his other hand.
“You did so well,” Jared praised. The man smiled and slumped forward, resting his forehead on Jared’s broad muscled shoulder. Jared rubbed his back softly and wiped a tear off the man’s cheek. “Are you alright?” He asked.
“I’m fine, Master Winchester,” the man panted. “Just…need another minute.” Jared nodded and rubbed a few of the welts on the man’s legs. Jared smiled and rested his cheek on the top of the man’s head.
His client came back to himself and dressed back into the double breasted suit he wore in. Jared placed the chair back where it belonged.
“If you wish to place another appointment, please speak with Michelle at the front desk,” Jared said with a small smile. The man nodded and left the room quickly. He walked to an intercom and hit a button.
“Winchester checking in,” he said into the small plastic box. “Session finished. I believe I have a half hour until my next appointment?”
“Yes, Winchester,” an older female voice said back over the intercom. “Half hour. Oh, and your husband called. Said you forgot your lunch. Again.” Jared could hear the smile in her voice as he smacked himself on the forehead.
“Thanks, Arlene,” he said. He released the button and returned to the table of toys. He carefully picked up the sound with the latex gloves. He opened a drawer under the tray and grabbed a plastic bag. He dropped the sound in and sealed the bag. He flung the gloves into the garbage. He sprayed disinfectant on the come on the floor. Using paper towel and his boot, he wiped it up.
Clean and all set for his next client.
He left the room carrying the plastic bag and made his way to the top floor. He dropped the sound into a small box containing other used toys, set to be washed and sterilized. He knocked on an office door.
“Come in,” Arlene called. Jared entered the office and gave a warm smile to the middle aged woman behind the desk. She was short, her hair was white blonde, and at fifty, she was damned good looking.
“How did it go?” She asked, her eyes never leaving the security camera locked on the main waiting room.
“Better,” Jared said, leaning back on her desk. “I think he may become a regular.” Arlene smiled and took in the long leather clad legs.
“Next, you have your favorite lady CEO, then a first timer,” she said, her eyes trailing up his muscular chest. “Have I ever told you how insanely envious I am of your husband?”
“Repeatedly,” he laughed. “You know, you can always come over one night and watch us.“ Arlene smiled back and slapped him lightly on the thigh.
“Get that tight little ass of yours back down there,” she said, humor lingering in her voice.
Jared returned to his room, and made sure everything was in place for his next client.
She knocked gently on the door.
“Enter,” he said, keeping his voice hard, just the way she liked. She opened the door and stepped in. “Hello, my little whore. How are you today?”
She shivered at the use of the slur she begged him to use when addressing her.
“Fine, Master Winchester,” she purred as she stood in the center of the room.
“The usual today?”
She nodded and walked over to the wall. She faced it. He came up behind her and grabbed her wrists hard, pulling them over her head. He locked them into leather cuffs suspended from the ceiling. He grabbed the hem of her blue skirt and pushed it over her hips. He admired the firm ass and black lace thong. He put on the leather executioner mask and picked up a riding crop.
“Open,” he commanded. Her mouth fell open. He placed the crop in her mouth and she bit down on it. He took a studded paddle from the wall. He gave it a few experimental swings, letting her feel the breeze it created. She shivered.
Without warning, he landed it across both cheeks. She jumped but didn’t make a sound. Jared smiled behind the leather. He pulled back and let it land again, harder.
He fucking loved his job.
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Jared dragged his feet as he unlocked his apartment door. His last client was difficult, and brought down his mood for the day. He spotted Jensen’s dress shoes on the rack and smiled. He toed off his running shoes. They were so much more comfortable than walking home in those motorcycle boots.
“In here, Jared,” Jensen said from the living room. Jared managed a smile as he entered the spacious apartment.
Jensen was relaxed on the couch. His purple tie was loosened and the top two buttons on his navy shirt were undone. Two glasses of red wine waited on the glass coffee table.
“How was your day?” Jared asked, mustering some enthusiasm. Jensen flashed a bright smile at his husband.
“Sealed the deal today,” he said. “I walked in there and fucking killed it. It was fantastic.” Jared leaned over and gave him a kiss. Jared sunk to the floor, sitting beside Jensen’s feet and rested his head on his husband’s thigh. Jensen ran his hand through the dark brown hair.
“You, on the other hand, look like you had a shitty day,” he said softly. Jared buried his face into the dress pants.
“The day was good, even saw my CEO,” Jared said into the toned leg. “Just the last client…” Jensen stroked the back of his lover’s neck affectionately.
“Do you need it tonight?” Jensen asked. Jared looked up into the loving green eyes and nodded.
“Yes, I need it,” he whispered. “Please, Master.”
Jensen nodded to the coffee table. Jared leaned over and picked up the thick leather collar sitting beside the bottle of wine. He held it in both hands, kneeling at Jensen’s feet. Jensen took the collar and wrapped it around Jared’s neck. He tightened it so he could only slide his pinky finger between the leather and his lover’s skin.
Jared relaxed at the feel of the collar.
“Thank you,” he whispered. Jensen leaned back on the sofa.
“My wine,” he said. Jared picked up one of the glasses and handed it to his husband. Jensen sipped it slowly, keeping his eyes on the man kneeling at his feet.
“What happened with your last client?”
Jared took a deep breath.
“He was a first timer,” Jared started, his voice a little shaky. “We went through the preliminaries, and everything was good. He wanted humiliation and abuse. So I slapped him around a bit, called him names. And he loved it.” Jensen nodded and took another sip.
“What went wrong?”
“He,” Jared started. “He propositioned me halfway through.” Jared’s voice was soft. Jensen’s hand squeezed his shoulder lightly. “Said he’d give me an extra two hundred if I screwed him.” Jared closed his eyes and rested his head back on Jensen’s thigh. “So I stopped the session, called Arlene and had him removed.” Jensen’s hand rubbed soothing circles on his shoulder.
“Think it might have been an undercover?” Jensen asked gently. Jared shrugged and exhaled a shuddering breath. “You did the right thing,” Jensen said. Jared nodded.
“I know, but being propositioned like that, it made me feel…cheap, dirty. No better than a street walker.” Jared looked up at Jensen, his eyes sad. “I’m not, right?”
“You’re a professional Dom,” Jensen said, stroking the side of Jared’s face. “You follow the rules, and you’re probably one of the best in this city. You are not a whore.” Jared relaxed.
“But I am your slut,” he said with a smile. Jensen laughed.
“Yes, my slut,” he said in a low voice. Jared went to crawl onto the couch, but Jensen grabbed the large D ring and kept him on the floor. “I don’t think so,” Jensen said harshly. Jared whined and stared up at him. “What didn’t you do today?”
Jared stared at the floor.
“I forgot my lunch, again,” he said meekly.
“Why is it so important for you to remember it?” Jensen asked, still holding the D ring.
“To keep myself healthy, for you,” Jared said. Jensen nodded.
“It’s dinner time,” he said as he stood. “Crawl to the kitchen.”
Jared crawled behind his husband as they went from the living room to kitchen. The ceramic tiles hurt Jared’s knees a bit.
“I made us a chicken Caesar salad with garlic bread,” Jensen said as he pulled a plate down from the cupboard. He bent down and pulled out a ceramic dog dish with Jared’s name printed on it. He piled the salad onto both dishes and carried them to the table. Jensen placed his plate on the table and Jared’s underneath.
Jared crawled under the table, stopping in front of the dish. His face burned in shame. Jensen sat at the table and pulled his chair in. His legs stretched out and rested on Jared’s muscular back as he ate. Jared leaned down and ate the salad without the use of his hands. He was thankful that it was a simple dish tonight.
The rule was when Jared ate under the table, there was no talking. Jared hated it, so it was a decent punishment. Jensen crossed his feet at the ankle, putting more pressure on his spine.
After a few minutes, Jensen removed his feet. Jared only had a bit of lettuce and croutons left when a piece of garlic bread was held under the table. Jared smiled and crawled to the offered bread. It was a small piece. Jared took it gently in his mouth and chewed. When he was finished, Jared licked at the crumbs on Jensen’s fingers. He heard him laugh before he nudged him back towards his bowl.
They returned to the living room after dinner. Jared still crawled behind his husband. They sat how they were when Jared first came home, Jensen on the couch and Jared at his feet. Jared poured another glass of wine and held it out for Jensen. Jensen held the glass to Jared’s lips and tipped it. Jared drank slowly, not wanting to get any on their cream colored carpet. Jensen pulled his glass away and started drinking. He nodded towards the other glass. Jared took it and sipped slowly.
“It’s still bothering you, isn’t it?” Jensen asked as he stroked Jared’s broad shoulders. Jared nodded meekly. “Do you put out for anyone who asks?” Jensen’s voice was gravelly, and hints of his faded Texas accent filtered through. “Are you giving up what’s mine for anyone who will pay?”
“No, Master. Only you,” Jared said, nuzzling into his husband’s thigh. Jensen threaded his fingers into the long dark hair and tugged.
“Who do you fuck?” Jensen growled.
“Only you, Master,” Jared sighed, his dick growing in interest.
“Prove it,” Jensen said as he released the hair.
Jared slid in between his husband’s feet. He picked one off the floor and peeled away the dress sock. He placed tender kisses on each toe as he rubbed the heel with his thumb. Jensen’s breath hitched as he sank back into the sofa. He placed kisses on the instep, the top of his foot and around the ankles. He carefully placed the foot back on the lush carpet and gave the same treatment to the other.
Jensen’s green eyes were lidded as he stared down at his lover. Jared leaned forward and started mouthing at Jensen’s dick through the dress pants. Jensen’s head fell back as he moaned softly. Jared crawled up onto the couch and took one of his husband’s hands. He placed it over his own dick, trapped in his khakis.
“This is only for you,” Jared whispered as he placed kisses along Jensen’s neck. “I never get hard at work. Ever. I’ve tried.” Jared bit down on that spot just behind his lover’s ear, the one that gets him every time. Jensen’s hand closed around Jared’s dick as a moan finally escaped. Jared smiled and bucked into the touch.
“Strip,” Jensen rasped. “And make it good.”
Jared leaned back and toyed with the hem of his t-shirt and nibbled his bottom lip. Jensen groaned. He still couldn’t believe that one of the highest paid Dom’s in the city morphed into a passive sub with just a single word.
Jared pulled the shirt over his head slowly, exposing his well built chest. He let the shirt drop on the couch as he stood. He undid the khakis and pulled the zipper down, each click of the teeth echoing in the room. Jared rubbed both sides of his dick that was straining against the black cotton briefs. He swiveled his hips and the pants fell to his knees. He turned to the side and bent over to pull them off. Jensen ran an appreciative eye over every taut muscle.
“You would have made one hell of a stripper,” Jensen said. Jared winked at him before turning his back to his lover. Jared bent over, tugging at the briefs. Inch by inch, Jared exposed the well rounded ass. When the briefs were pooled at his feet, he ran one finger along the cleft, pulling one cheek to the side, showing Jensen his hole.
Jensen’s hand shot out and he lightly backhanded the ass. Jared groaned and stood up.
“Bedroom. Crawl,” he ordered. Jared dropped down to his knees again and slinked across the floor, heading towards their bedroom. Jensen stood back and admired the sway of his hips. He unbuttoned his shirt. He was about to discard his tie on the floor, but had an idea. He took the shirt off and left it hanging on the back of the couch. He left the tie unknotted and hanging around his shoulders. He undid the dress pants and left them pooled on the floor. He followed Jared into the bedroom.
Jared was kneeling at the foot of their bed wearing only the collar. Jensen opened the bottom drawer of the dresser and took a pair of leather cuffs. He took the container of lube and sat on the edge of the bed.
“Sit, back to me,” he ordered as he patted his thighs just above his knees. Jared sat carefully, spreading his legs to keep balance. “Hands.” Jared clasped his hands behind his back. Jensen slid the cuffs on and pulled them as tight as he could. He slid the elastic of his underwear down enough so that his dick sprang free. He took the lube and pushed between Jared’s shoulders.
Jared leaned forward obediently. Jensen parted his legs a bit and circled around Jared’s hole with a wet finger. Jared trembled, trying to keep still. Jensen thrust a single finger in, making Jared moan. He slipped a second one in quickly, scissoring his fingers to loosen the muscle. Jared made tiny jerking motions with his hips.
When he was prepped enough, Jensen laid back on the bed and spread lube over himself.
“Fuck me,” he growled. Jared shifted backwards, letting Jensen guide his hips. He hovered over Jensen and slid down slowly. As he entered his lover, he took the tie and looped it around Jared’s mouth. Once Jared was fully seated, Jensen pulled on the tie, making his lover’s back arch at a difficult angle.
“Look at you,” he groaned. “Bound and gagged, and desperate for me.” He thrust up into the tight heat, rolling his hips to nudge Jared’s prostate. Jared shuddered and moaned around the fabric in his mouth. “Who else gets you like this?”
Jared shook his head.
“Just me?”
Jared nodded frantically. He began rocking his hips, building up the rhythm his husband set. Jensen’s free hand connected on his hip. The crack was loud in the room.
“Faster.”
Jared moved faster, straining against his bonds. He was whimpering. He needed to come.
“Come for me, my slut,” Jensen growled. Jared’s body went ridged as he screamed around the gag. His muscles tightened, squeezing Jensen. Jensen arched off the bed and came in his lover with a single shout. He gave himself a moment to catch his breath before untying Jared. Once Jared was free of the bonds, he flopped backwards on the bed.
They lay nose to nose on the bed.
“Feeling better?” Jensen said breathlessly. Jared nodded.
“Thank you, Master,” he whispered.
Jared woke the next morning to Jensen giving him a kiss as he did up his tie.
“Big meeting,” he said. “Gotta leave now. Your clothes and other items are laid out. Your breakfast is ready. Don’t forget your lunch.” Jensen gave him another peck on the cheek. He pulled on his suit jacket and winked over his shoulder before leaving the bedroom.
Jared sat up and saw his street clothes draped over the lounge chair. Beside them was a chastity device with the padlock open. Jared smiled as he knew the key was around Jensen’s neck.
He really loved his Dom.
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