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wolfanficsTitle: Submission/Domination/Suppression
Author: Sashataakheru
Fandom: AusComedy
Characters: Adam Hills/Charles Firth/Hamish Blake
Prompt: #2 Cross-Dressing
Word Count: 3,100
Warnings: rope bondage, feminisation, swearing, whipping, sex. I think that’s it.
Rating: FRAO
Disclaimer: I don’t know them, not associated with them, just a slashy fangirl admirer with a very active imagination.
Table: http://wolfanfics.livejournal.com/10809.html
Progress: 3.1/50
Author's Notes/Summary: Hamish's POV.
This is the first part. The second two parts are coming.
Hamish’s POV: Submission
“Hamish, come home, I want you.”
It’s hardly a demand, yet I shiver when Adam tells me that over the phone. There’s something in his voice that tells me it’s an order that must be obeyed. He’s definitely in dominant mode. I can hardly stop myself replying, “Yes, sir,” before I quickly finish my drink and leave the pub to get a taxi back home, leaving my friends with a made-up excuse and hoping they believe me.
The flat is empty when I arrive, or at least, it seems so. I see my collar lying on the kitchen bench, waiting for me. Just as I’m putting it on, Adam emerges from the bedroom. I gulp, taking in his appearance. He’s done some shopping. He’s bought things without me knowing. He’s standing there in leather! Black leather pants, nothing more. God, he looks so entirely fuckable. I can already feel myself hardening, just seeing him like this.
“Like what you see?”
His voice breaks my staring. “Where did you get that?” I say.
“That’s none of your concern. In here. Now.”
I finish buckling the collar up before hurrying after him, finding him standing by the window, his back to me. I notice someone else kneeling by the bed, though I can’t see who they are. I can tell it’s a man though. I do notice he’s got a small pink skirt on, and what look like angel wings on his back. I think I see a collar around his neck too. He must be into feminisation. I quickly kneel on the floor, waiting to be addressed. I figure I’ll find out who this new guy is soon enough.
“Where have you been, Hamish?”
I shiver. He sounds angry. No, no, not angry, more… disappointed? Perhaps, but, there’s no time to ponder his emotions. His question demands an answer.
“Just having a drink with some mates. Is that a problem?” I say, looking up at him.
“You should know when I need you. And I need you now,” he says. “You and this little bitch I found at the pub.”
He turns to face me now. I look up to see a curious look on his face. He has this amazing ability to be dominant but not be mean or forceful about it. He makes you want to obey him, to do what he says willingly, without being asked, almost. You hardly feel like you’re being ordered around. He dominates by charm, that’s the only way I can describe it. That’s not to say he can’t be direct and strict and order you around, he’s just not usually like that.
“Sir? It’s not like You to bring another home. Am I not pleasing to You?” I say, remembering to keep my language in check. He doesn’t like it when I don’t speak properly to him. He can be such a bitch about language.
I wonder why he chose him, this angel-sub. What can he possibly want with another sub, another sub that’s obviously very different to me? I’m not sure I like this, him bringing home some random sub to play with. I hope he doesn’t make a habit out of this. He’s mine, dammit. Why would be want anyone else? Is there something he wants from me, but knows I won’t give him? Does he want something more from my submission? Is that why he’s got this feminised sub in here now? Why is he a feminised sub, of all things? Does he want this for me as well? I’ve got a thousand things running around in my head, none of them good. I admit I’m jealous to see him bring someone else home to play with. But at the same time, it’s an incredible turn on. How much more submissive can you get when you have to sit there and watch your master play with someone else?
“Oh, I still love you, darling, this one was just begging for it. I’ll kick her out once I’m done with her,” Adam says.
I don’t know what to say to that, though I’m glad it’s just a one-night thing. This second sub is getting kicked out when he’s done with her, while I’m staying here with him. I’ll be the one cuddling up to him afterwards.
“I apologise, sir, I did not realise-”
“It’s ok, love. You’ll just have to make up for it now, won’t you?” he says with a sly grin.
“How may I make up for such an indiscretion, sir?” I say
“I’m going to tie you up first. Then you can watch me fuck that little bitch. You’re not getting fucked yet. You haven’t earned it,” he says.
“Yes, sir,” I say.
I shiver again. I’m already hard from seeing him in those pants, and the anticipation only adds to the arousal. I kneel there as he takes the rope, binding my hands tightly together before putting me in a nice rope harness once he’s stripped me down. I must admit I’ve grown quite fond of the rope harnesses, and Adam seems to like making them rather intricate. Hence, we have lots of rope.
Once he finishes tying me up, he lays me on the bed, sitting me up against the bed head, using the extra rope to secure me in place. I sit there, silent, watching him pull this new sub to his feet. It’s really odd, seeing a man dressed like a girl, wings and all. It’s not really my thing. She stands there, head hanging low, her hands tied together in front of her. I can now see the blonde hair falling down her chest. I can tell she’s broken. There’s no resistance in her stance at all. She’ll obey any master that takes any interest in her. Adam doesn’t like me being as submissive as that. He lets me get away with some things that might get another sub punished. He’s not what you’d call a strict Master, and I’m not exactly what you’d call an obedient slave either. I don’t need that kind of dominance, though our playing is dependent on his mood. We only play when he feels like it, which I suppose only adds to the anticipation, not knowing when he’s going to take my collar out.
Anyway, I sit where I’ve been tied, watching Adam prowling around this new sub, wondering what he’ll do with her. He seems to be in a stricter mood than I’m used to. It’s the way he’s walking, very militaristic, very precise, his hands behind his back, glancing at this sub every now and then. He eventually stops his prowling, coming to a stop in front of her. He’s almost taller than she is, but it’s hard to tell. I can’t see her feet. She might not be wearing shoes for all I know.
“What’s your name, bitch?” Adam says, his voice harsh and aggressive. This sub obviously wants it like that, because he’s never like that with me. I shiver at his anger, not used to hearing him speak like that to anyone. It’s unnerving. I’ve never seen this side of him before, and I’m not sure I like it. I hope he’s not going to go too far with this sub. I’m not sure I can handle seeing Adam lose control like that. I didn’t think he liked that sort of thing.
“Master calls me Charlie, sir,” the sub says. Her voice is so small I almost don’t hear her. It’s a very strange voice, sort of high and feminine, but obviously a man trying to imitate a female’s voice.
“Charlie, what a quaint name. Speak up when you answer me,” he says.
“Yes, sir,” Charlie responds, her voice more audible than before.
“Good girl. So, is there anything you won’t do before we start?” Adam says, sounding slightly less harsh than before.
“Master has made me do many things I haven’t wanted to do, sir. But, I know it’s my place to have such things done to me. And Master looks after me,” Charlie says.
“If Master’s so good to you, what were you doing out alone and unescorted?” Adam says.
“I don’t know, sir. Master told me to go to there to wait for someone. I was to be lent out tonight, sir. Are you the one Master wished to lend me to, sir?” Charlie says. She sounds like she’s about to cry.
“Of course, I know your Master well. I just don’t like disobedient, cheeky slaves. Stop your crying. I won’t have you crying on me. Anything you particularly want me to do? Your Master wanted me to let you decide tonight’s proceedings,” Adam says.
What an interesting request. I wonder who Charlie’s master is.
“I wish… I wish for pain and humiliation, sir. I am ashamed of these desires; Master tries to beat them out of me. How do you wish to hurt me, sir?” Charlie says.
Oh, God, the more she speaks, the more I can hear how broken she is. She’s been a slave a long time. I wonder how long her master’s owned her. Everything that’s done to her she seems to accept willingly. I’m not like that. Adam knows my limits. I’m not good with pain, see? So he doesn’t hurt me, unless he’s biting me. I love it when he bites me. I can take his hard biting. It’s a wonderful sensation, having him biting my inner thighs. I let him bite me as hard as he’s able to.
Adam makes Charlie kneel again, pulling the wings from her back, and I see him walk over to the wardrobe and pull out a whip. I hadn’t known he had a whip. It looks pretty nasty too. I bet that will hurt. I see Charlie curl into herself, seemingly bracing herself for the pain. Seeing Adam giving the whip a few test strokes makes me cringe. He obviously knows what he’s doing with that whip. Why had he hidden this side from me? I’ve never hidden anything from him.
I can hardly watch as he hits her, bringing the whip down against her skin. After the first stroke, I don’t watch. I close my eyes, trying to block out Charlie’s cries of pain. I’ve never seen Adam like this before. I cautiously look back at them when I hear silence again. I see Adam glaring at me.
“I told you to watch, bitch,” Adam says.
“I-I don’t like seeing you like this, sir. Please, don’t hurt me, sir. You know I don’t like that sort of thing,” I say. I’m sure he can tell I’m scared.
He walks over to the bed, climbing on it towards me, straddling my legs as he stares straight into me. I don’t say a word. I don’t know what to say. I can feel my heart racing in my chest, my stomach tied in knots. His eyes are like fire, angry fire. Happy angry fire. His eyes aren’t blue anymore. It’s as if his eyes have come to life. I don’t want to believe he’s actually enjoying this.
“Scared, are you? I told you to watch. Don’t make me punish you,” Adam says, and I shy away from him as he raises a hand as if to hit me. He wouldn’t hurt me. He won’t hurt me. Who is this man?
“Adam, please, you’re scaring me. This is too much for me,” I say, shying away from his angry gaze.
There’s silence as I wait for him to react. I don’t want to believe he’ll hit me, but I brace myself just in case. When he touches me not to hit me, but rests a hand on my cheek, lifting my head up, I almost jump at the shock. He makes our eyes meet. I search for the master I know, not this sadistic Adam that’s scaring me.
“Don’t do this to me, Adam. You know this is more than I can cope with,” I say. “I don’t like seeing you like this. You’re scaring me, Adam.”
He leans towards me, nuzzling in my neck, his hands grasping my shoulders. I flinch at his touch, for the first time I actually want to be away from him. But, he nibbles on my ear, his tongue flicking out to lick my skin, and the shivers it sends down my body help to settle me.
“Shh, it’s ok, Hamish. I won’t hurt you. I didn’t mean to scare you,” Adam whispers, bringing his arms around me into a hug.
I lean my head against him, and suddenly his arms feel safe and warm again, wrapped tightly around me.
“Do you want to sit this out?” he says, and I know he means well, but I don’t want to leave him and Charlie alone together. I might play sub to Adam every now and then, but when we’re not playing, we’re equals, and seeing him behave so cruelly towards Charlie just – I can’t stand it. I’m submissive to Adam, not his fucking slave. This is just wrong.
“I don’t like you bringing Charlie into this. This changes things. I’m not him, I’m not your slave. I don’t like seeing you being so cruel, Adam. Remember when I first asked you about this? I made you promise not to be cruel. I can’t stand seeing you like this. This isn’t you, Adam. Can’t you see how wrong this is?” I say, trying to get through to him.
“I promised her master I’d discipline her,” Adam says. “And this is a part of me. I’ve been waiting so long for this. I suppress it for you because I know you don’t like it. But, don’t try and write this off as not me, because it sure as hell is. I don’t want to scare you, Hamish,” he says.
“Well, you’re doing a great job of it, Adam. I’m scared. I don’t like seeing this side of you. I didn’t know you had this in you at all. Why didn’t you tell me?” I say.
“Because… Because I knew you’d hate me. It’d scare you, and I didn’t want to lose you,” Adam says.
“Is there anything else you haven’t told me?” I say, almost wanting to cry.
“No, that’s all. Sorry I kept it from you,” Adam says. “Are you alright?”
“No, I’m not alright. I didn’t know you could be like that. Is that what you really want from me, Adam? Because if it is, I can’t give it to you,” I say.
“I know. I know you don’t like it. That’s why I hid it. Do you want me to stop? I can kick her out now if you’re really that uncomfortable with it,” Adam says.
“Just fuck her and get her out of here. Then I can have you all to myself. I think this is something we need to discuss properly, not now when some random sub is waiting for you to discipline her,” I say. I can see Charlie looking over at us, and the expression on her face is one of sheer desperation. Now that I see her face, something about her looks familiar, though I can’t identify her. “I think she wants you, Adam. Better not disappoint her, aye?” I say.
Adam turns to glance at her before turning back to me. “Alright, love, just for you. Won’t be long,” Adam says. He grabs my face and kisses me, reassuring me that he’s still the master I love.
I watch him pull back, seeing how his eyes have lost their anger. I smile as he puts the whip away, pulling Charlie to her knees. I watched him sit on the couch, pulling her between his legs, sucking him off. I sit there lost in my own thoughts, vaguely aware of Adam pushing Charlie onto the bed, holding her down hard as he fucks her. I think I hear Adam yelling at her, calling her all these names. Soon enough, Adam tires of her, pushing her out of the room. He follows, and I hear them talking, before I hear the front door close and there he is, standing in the doorway, smiling at me.
“You all mine now?” I say, looking up hopefully. “No more random subs to punish?”
“Nope, you’re all mine. I think I owe you a fuck or three for making you put up with that,” he says as he climbs back on the bed again, crawling up to me.
“At least three. And I get to tie you up as punishment,” I say, grinning at him.
“Fair enough. Sorry that you had to see me like that. I’ve always tried to hide that side from you. Even I scare myself when I get that angry sometimes,” Adam says.
“It’s alright. Just give me warning first, ok? I never thought I’d be scared of you, but you managed that tonight, and that’s what concerns me. I shouldn’t be scared of you,” I say.
Adam hugs me tight again, and I know he’s sorry for scaring me. “I know, love. I’m sorry. I’ll try not to do that again,” he says.
“You’d better not, or I might just leave you,” I say jokingly.
“You wouldn’t. Who else would bite you as hard as I do?” Adam says, and I know he’s teasing me right back.
“Well, you’ve kept me waiting long enough. Get on with it. I want some nice bite marks at the end of this,” I say.
“Anything you wish, sir,” Adam purrs, straddling my hips as he kisses me, a hand straying to my cock.
Finally, he’s mine. It’s pure bliss as he strokes me, kisses me, bites me, finally gives me all his attention. And when he lowers himself onto me, it takes all my strength not to scream out. I love it when he fucks me when I’m all tied up like this. I think I might be able to forgive him for Charlie, if he fucks me like this a few more times, at least.
I swear I can’t remember how many times he fucks me, my memories are filled with orgasmic pleasure, before he unties me, massages my body – because being tied up and fucked like that for so long will give me sore muscles, and brings me into his arms, letting me cuddle up against him. I lean my head against his chest, my arms around him, rapidly falling asleep.
“Love you, Adam,” I murmur against his skin.
“Love you too, Hamish. Sweet dreams, love,” I hear him reply before I fall asleep.
Author: Sashataakheru
Fandom: AusComedy
Characters: Adam Hills/Charles Firth/Hamish Blake
Prompt: #2 Cross-Dressing
Word Count: 3,100
Warnings: rope bondage, feminisation, swearing, whipping, sex. I think that’s it.
Rating: FRAO
Disclaimer: I don’t know them, not associated with them, just a slashy fangirl admirer with a very active imagination.
Table: http://wolfanfics.livejournal.com/10809.html
Progress: 3.1/50
Author's Notes/Summary: Hamish's POV.
This is the first part. The second two parts are coming.
Hamish’s POV: Submission
“Hamish, come home, I want you.”
It’s hardly a demand, yet I shiver when Adam tells me that over the phone. There’s something in his voice that tells me it’s an order that must be obeyed. He’s definitely in dominant mode. I can hardly stop myself replying, “Yes, sir,” before I quickly finish my drink and leave the pub to get a taxi back home, leaving my friends with a made-up excuse and hoping they believe me.
The flat is empty when I arrive, or at least, it seems so. I see my collar lying on the kitchen bench, waiting for me. Just as I’m putting it on, Adam emerges from the bedroom. I gulp, taking in his appearance. He’s done some shopping. He’s bought things without me knowing. He’s standing there in leather! Black leather pants, nothing more. God, he looks so entirely fuckable. I can already feel myself hardening, just seeing him like this.
“Like what you see?”
His voice breaks my staring. “Where did you get that?” I say.
“That’s none of your concern. In here. Now.”
I finish buckling the collar up before hurrying after him, finding him standing by the window, his back to me. I notice someone else kneeling by the bed, though I can’t see who they are. I can tell it’s a man though. I do notice he’s got a small pink skirt on, and what look like angel wings on his back. I think I see a collar around his neck too. He must be into feminisation. I quickly kneel on the floor, waiting to be addressed. I figure I’ll find out who this new guy is soon enough.
“Where have you been, Hamish?”
I shiver. He sounds angry. No, no, not angry, more… disappointed? Perhaps, but, there’s no time to ponder his emotions. His question demands an answer.
“Just having a drink with some mates. Is that a problem?” I say, looking up at him.
“You should know when I need you. And I need you now,” he says. “You and this little bitch I found at the pub.”
He turns to face me now. I look up to see a curious look on his face. He has this amazing ability to be dominant but not be mean or forceful about it. He makes you want to obey him, to do what he says willingly, without being asked, almost. You hardly feel like you’re being ordered around. He dominates by charm, that’s the only way I can describe it. That’s not to say he can’t be direct and strict and order you around, he’s just not usually like that.
“Sir? It’s not like You to bring another home. Am I not pleasing to You?” I say, remembering to keep my language in check. He doesn’t like it when I don’t speak properly to him. He can be such a bitch about language.
I wonder why he chose him, this angel-sub. What can he possibly want with another sub, another sub that’s obviously very different to me? I’m not sure I like this, him bringing home some random sub to play with. I hope he doesn’t make a habit out of this. He’s mine, dammit. Why would be want anyone else? Is there something he wants from me, but knows I won’t give him? Does he want something more from my submission? Is that why he’s got this feminised sub in here now? Why is he a feminised sub, of all things? Does he want this for me as well? I’ve got a thousand things running around in my head, none of them good. I admit I’m jealous to see him bring someone else home to play with. But at the same time, it’s an incredible turn on. How much more submissive can you get when you have to sit there and watch your master play with someone else?
“Oh, I still love you, darling, this one was just begging for it. I’ll kick her out once I’m done with her,” Adam says.
I don’t know what to say to that, though I’m glad it’s just a one-night thing. This second sub is getting kicked out when he’s done with her, while I’m staying here with him. I’ll be the one cuddling up to him afterwards.
“I apologise, sir, I did not realise-”
“It’s ok, love. You’ll just have to make up for it now, won’t you?” he says with a sly grin.
“How may I make up for such an indiscretion, sir?” I say
“I’m going to tie you up first. Then you can watch me fuck that little bitch. You’re not getting fucked yet. You haven’t earned it,” he says.
“Yes, sir,” I say.
I shiver again. I’m already hard from seeing him in those pants, and the anticipation only adds to the arousal. I kneel there as he takes the rope, binding my hands tightly together before putting me in a nice rope harness once he’s stripped me down. I must admit I’ve grown quite fond of the rope harnesses, and Adam seems to like making them rather intricate. Hence, we have lots of rope.
Once he finishes tying me up, he lays me on the bed, sitting me up against the bed head, using the extra rope to secure me in place. I sit there, silent, watching him pull this new sub to his feet. It’s really odd, seeing a man dressed like a girl, wings and all. It’s not really my thing. She stands there, head hanging low, her hands tied together in front of her. I can now see the blonde hair falling down her chest. I can tell she’s broken. There’s no resistance in her stance at all. She’ll obey any master that takes any interest in her. Adam doesn’t like me being as submissive as that. He lets me get away with some things that might get another sub punished. He’s not what you’d call a strict Master, and I’m not exactly what you’d call an obedient slave either. I don’t need that kind of dominance, though our playing is dependent on his mood. We only play when he feels like it, which I suppose only adds to the anticipation, not knowing when he’s going to take my collar out.
Anyway, I sit where I’ve been tied, watching Adam prowling around this new sub, wondering what he’ll do with her. He seems to be in a stricter mood than I’m used to. It’s the way he’s walking, very militaristic, very precise, his hands behind his back, glancing at this sub every now and then. He eventually stops his prowling, coming to a stop in front of her. He’s almost taller than she is, but it’s hard to tell. I can’t see her feet. She might not be wearing shoes for all I know.
“What’s your name, bitch?” Adam says, his voice harsh and aggressive. This sub obviously wants it like that, because he’s never like that with me. I shiver at his anger, not used to hearing him speak like that to anyone. It’s unnerving. I’ve never seen this side of him before, and I’m not sure I like it. I hope he’s not going to go too far with this sub. I’m not sure I can handle seeing Adam lose control like that. I didn’t think he liked that sort of thing.
“Master calls me Charlie, sir,” the sub says. Her voice is so small I almost don’t hear her. It’s a very strange voice, sort of high and feminine, but obviously a man trying to imitate a female’s voice.
“Charlie, what a quaint name. Speak up when you answer me,” he says.
“Yes, sir,” Charlie responds, her voice more audible than before.
“Good girl. So, is there anything you won’t do before we start?” Adam says, sounding slightly less harsh than before.
“Master has made me do many things I haven’t wanted to do, sir. But, I know it’s my place to have such things done to me. And Master looks after me,” Charlie says.
“If Master’s so good to you, what were you doing out alone and unescorted?” Adam says.
“I don’t know, sir. Master told me to go to there to wait for someone. I was to be lent out tonight, sir. Are you the one Master wished to lend me to, sir?” Charlie says. She sounds like she’s about to cry.
“Of course, I know your Master well. I just don’t like disobedient, cheeky slaves. Stop your crying. I won’t have you crying on me. Anything you particularly want me to do? Your Master wanted me to let you decide tonight’s proceedings,” Adam says.
What an interesting request. I wonder who Charlie’s master is.
“I wish… I wish for pain and humiliation, sir. I am ashamed of these desires; Master tries to beat them out of me. How do you wish to hurt me, sir?” Charlie says.
Oh, God, the more she speaks, the more I can hear how broken she is. She’s been a slave a long time. I wonder how long her master’s owned her. Everything that’s done to her she seems to accept willingly. I’m not like that. Adam knows my limits. I’m not good with pain, see? So he doesn’t hurt me, unless he’s biting me. I love it when he bites me. I can take his hard biting. It’s a wonderful sensation, having him biting my inner thighs. I let him bite me as hard as he’s able to.
Adam makes Charlie kneel again, pulling the wings from her back, and I see him walk over to the wardrobe and pull out a whip. I hadn’t known he had a whip. It looks pretty nasty too. I bet that will hurt. I see Charlie curl into herself, seemingly bracing herself for the pain. Seeing Adam giving the whip a few test strokes makes me cringe. He obviously knows what he’s doing with that whip. Why had he hidden this side from me? I’ve never hidden anything from him.
I can hardly watch as he hits her, bringing the whip down against her skin. After the first stroke, I don’t watch. I close my eyes, trying to block out Charlie’s cries of pain. I’ve never seen Adam like this before. I cautiously look back at them when I hear silence again. I see Adam glaring at me.
“I told you to watch, bitch,” Adam says.
“I-I don’t like seeing you like this, sir. Please, don’t hurt me, sir. You know I don’t like that sort of thing,” I say. I’m sure he can tell I’m scared.
He walks over to the bed, climbing on it towards me, straddling my legs as he stares straight into me. I don’t say a word. I don’t know what to say. I can feel my heart racing in my chest, my stomach tied in knots. His eyes are like fire, angry fire. Happy angry fire. His eyes aren’t blue anymore. It’s as if his eyes have come to life. I don’t want to believe he’s actually enjoying this.
“Scared, are you? I told you to watch. Don’t make me punish you,” Adam says, and I shy away from him as he raises a hand as if to hit me. He wouldn’t hurt me. He won’t hurt me. Who is this man?
“Adam, please, you’re scaring me. This is too much for me,” I say, shying away from his angry gaze.
There’s silence as I wait for him to react. I don’t want to believe he’ll hit me, but I brace myself just in case. When he touches me not to hit me, but rests a hand on my cheek, lifting my head up, I almost jump at the shock. He makes our eyes meet. I search for the master I know, not this sadistic Adam that’s scaring me.
“Don’t do this to me, Adam. You know this is more than I can cope with,” I say. “I don’t like seeing you like this. You’re scaring me, Adam.”
He leans towards me, nuzzling in my neck, his hands grasping my shoulders. I flinch at his touch, for the first time I actually want to be away from him. But, he nibbles on my ear, his tongue flicking out to lick my skin, and the shivers it sends down my body help to settle me.
“Shh, it’s ok, Hamish. I won’t hurt you. I didn’t mean to scare you,” Adam whispers, bringing his arms around me into a hug.
I lean my head against him, and suddenly his arms feel safe and warm again, wrapped tightly around me.
“Do you want to sit this out?” he says, and I know he means well, but I don’t want to leave him and Charlie alone together. I might play sub to Adam every now and then, but when we’re not playing, we’re equals, and seeing him behave so cruelly towards Charlie just – I can’t stand it. I’m submissive to Adam, not his fucking slave. This is just wrong.
“I don’t like you bringing Charlie into this. This changes things. I’m not him, I’m not your slave. I don’t like seeing you being so cruel, Adam. Remember when I first asked you about this? I made you promise not to be cruel. I can’t stand seeing you like this. This isn’t you, Adam. Can’t you see how wrong this is?” I say, trying to get through to him.
“I promised her master I’d discipline her,” Adam says. “And this is a part of me. I’ve been waiting so long for this. I suppress it for you because I know you don’t like it. But, don’t try and write this off as not me, because it sure as hell is. I don’t want to scare you, Hamish,” he says.
“Well, you’re doing a great job of it, Adam. I’m scared. I don’t like seeing this side of you. I didn’t know you had this in you at all. Why didn’t you tell me?” I say.
“Because… Because I knew you’d hate me. It’d scare you, and I didn’t want to lose you,” Adam says.
“Is there anything else you haven’t told me?” I say, almost wanting to cry.
“No, that’s all. Sorry I kept it from you,” Adam says. “Are you alright?”
“No, I’m not alright. I didn’t know you could be like that. Is that what you really want from me, Adam? Because if it is, I can’t give it to you,” I say.
“I know. I know you don’t like it. That’s why I hid it. Do you want me to stop? I can kick her out now if you’re really that uncomfortable with it,” Adam says.
“Just fuck her and get her out of here. Then I can have you all to myself. I think this is something we need to discuss properly, not now when some random sub is waiting for you to discipline her,” I say. I can see Charlie looking over at us, and the expression on her face is one of sheer desperation. Now that I see her face, something about her looks familiar, though I can’t identify her. “I think she wants you, Adam. Better not disappoint her, aye?” I say.
Adam turns to glance at her before turning back to me. “Alright, love, just for you. Won’t be long,” Adam says. He grabs my face and kisses me, reassuring me that he’s still the master I love.
I watch him pull back, seeing how his eyes have lost their anger. I smile as he puts the whip away, pulling Charlie to her knees. I watched him sit on the couch, pulling her between his legs, sucking him off. I sit there lost in my own thoughts, vaguely aware of Adam pushing Charlie onto the bed, holding her down hard as he fucks her. I think I hear Adam yelling at her, calling her all these names. Soon enough, Adam tires of her, pushing her out of the room. He follows, and I hear them talking, before I hear the front door close and there he is, standing in the doorway, smiling at me.
“You all mine now?” I say, looking up hopefully. “No more random subs to punish?”
“Nope, you’re all mine. I think I owe you a fuck or three for making you put up with that,” he says as he climbs back on the bed again, crawling up to me.
“At least three. And I get to tie you up as punishment,” I say, grinning at him.
“Fair enough. Sorry that you had to see me like that. I’ve always tried to hide that side from you. Even I scare myself when I get that angry sometimes,” Adam says.
“It’s alright. Just give me warning first, ok? I never thought I’d be scared of you, but you managed that tonight, and that’s what concerns me. I shouldn’t be scared of you,” I say.
Adam hugs me tight again, and I know he’s sorry for scaring me. “I know, love. I’m sorry. I’ll try not to do that again,” he says.
“You’d better not, or I might just leave you,” I say jokingly.
“You wouldn’t. Who else would bite you as hard as I do?” Adam says, and I know he’s teasing me right back.
“Well, you’ve kept me waiting long enough. Get on with it. I want some nice bite marks at the end of this,” I say.
“Anything you wish, sir,” Adam purrs, straddling my hips as he kisses me, a hand straying to my cock.
Finally, he’s mine. It’s pure bliss as he strokes me, kisses me, bites me, finally gives me all his attention. And when he lowers himself onto me, it takes all my strength not to scream out. I love it when he fucks me when I’m all tied up like this. I think I might be able to forgive him for Charlie, if he fucks me like this a few more times, at least.
I swear I can’t remember how many times he fucks me, my memories are filled with orgasmic pleasure, before he unties me, massages my body – because being tied up and fucked like that for so long will give me sore muscles, and brings me into his arms, letting me cuddle up against him. I lean my head against his chest, my arms around him, rapidly falling asleep.
“Love you, Adam,” I murmur against his skin.
“Love you too, Hamish. Sweet dreams, love,” I hear him reply before I fall asleep.
