Page 16 of Pain Play

Phil encircled both of Terry’s wrists, holding them securely above his head and against the couch arm. He used his free hand to reach in-between them, lifting his body just enough to get at Terry’s belt. After undoing the buckle, he popped the top button then yanked the zipper down, reaching into Terry’s briefs to grasp his heated erection. Terry moaned into Phil’s mouth as he writhed beneath him.

Phil came up for air. “Be still. I’m in charge of this. This cock belongs to me,allof you belongs to me.”

“Yes, Sir. All of me.”

Phil chuckled from the lust-addled expression Terry radiated back at him. “That’s my sweet baby.” Phil lazily stroked Terry from root to tip, using the already generous amount of precum leaking from his slit to smooth the way. “I’m going to do this fast and hard and you’re going to come when I tell you.”

“Y-yes.” A whimper fell from Terry’s lips as Phil picked up the pace of jacking him. “Oh God,yes.”

Terry trembled and moaned under Phil as his fingers flew over Terry’s prick. “That’s it baby, so close, so very close.” Terry’s eyes rolled back, his thighs tensing, and Phil doubted his boy could hold on any longer. “Give it to me!”

Without breaking rhythm on Terry’s rigid length, Phil clamped down on his neck, biting him hard. Terry shouted out his release as his cock erupted over Phil’s hand. Phil slowed his movements, but continued to milk him, coaxing every drop from his sub.My boy.

Terry struggled in his grasp. “Too much, Master.”

He stilled his hand but didn’t let go. Someday he might force orgasms from Terry, but that wasn’t his goal at the moment—only their connection and commitment. Nothing else mattered.

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“Merry Christmas!” Gerard offered Phil a big smile as he opened the door to his large, modern home in the Hollywood Hills. He glanced at Terry then broke into a wide grin as he returned his attention to Phil. “AveryMerry Christmas, indeed.”

Phil grinned in response. “Yes, it is. I apologize for us being late.”

“Well, if there ever was a reason not to be on time, collaring your boy would be one of the best I can think of.”

Gerard stepped to the side of the threshold then gestured for them to come inside. Terry relinquished the gold foil gift bag to Marco’s care. The package contained a bottle of a rare Cabernet and a holiday assortment of gourmet chocolates. Marco set it on the console table in the foyer, so he could also help both him and Terry with their leather jackets. Phil smiled, noting how the shy Marco’s expression had brightened when Terry handed him the gift.

Phil glanced in the direction of the living room. Symphonic renditions of classic Christmas carols played in the background and as he surveyed the room, it appeared that he and Terry really had been the last to arrive. Phil noted that Marty stood off to the side of the spacious area and was doing a terrible job of pretending he wasn’t staring at a delectable sub whom Phil didn’t recognize. Another sub who was also a stranger to him sat next to Marty’s target and next tohimwas the person he’d been itching to see all day. He’d been hoping that his trainer and mentor, Eric, would be true to his word and make it back to the states in time for the last of the holidays. Eric and Gerard hada long history, and he’d been the one who had vouched for him and Terry when they’d first sought a safe place to play.

Eric shot to his feet and strode toward him. Phil reached behind himself to search for Terry’s hand. He gave it a quick squeeze then let go to meet Eric halfway. Even if Terry knew that he and Eric had never been intimate, Phil understood all about being possessive. He doubted he’d be very thrilled if another man who had once played with Terry were to show up at Gerard’s—shared intimacy or not. Even if Terry had never been with anyone as a sub before, Phil could easily imagine what his own reaction would be to such a thing.

They grabbed each other in a hearty embrace, Eric patting him on the back before letting him go. Eric eyed him up and down, shaking his head. “As handsome as always. You look fantastic.”

“Hmmph.”

Although Terry wasn’t standing right behind him Phil knew it had come from his sub. He tried not to roll his eyes, just mouthed a ‘sorry’ to Eric who regarded him with an amused expression.

“Baby? Come here and meet Master Eric, my trainer. I know how important it is to you to make a good impression on him, to make me proud. To prove to him that all his hard work hasn’t been for nothing.”

Although Terry’s eyes were already cast down as per usual when they were at Gerard’s, he’d lowered his head as well, his shoulders almost sagging as though Phil’s words had weighed them down. He seemed to remember himself before approaching and straightened his posture. Terry inhaled deeply, then strolled with grace to Phil’s side. He dropped to his knees before resting on his heels, his hands folded in his lap with his back ramrod straight.

From one extreme to the next.At the same time, he appreciated that Terry had realized how inappropriate his behavior had been—in particular because of who Eric was—and had made the effort to compensate for it. Eric smiled as he observed Terry. He didn’t have to say a word. Phil could already tell that Eric approved. The tiny glimmer of sub in him preened at his former trainer’s response.

“I’m glad to finally meet you, Terry. You’ve made Phil a very happy man.”

Terry’s cheeks flushed. “Thank you, Master Eric. I’m glad to meet you too.”

Nice. For a moment, Phil had been sure Terry was going to continue, but he’d stopped himself before blurting anything else out. Phil rested his palm on Terry’s head to let him know he’d done an excellent job and all was forgiven.

Gerard cleared his throat. “I think Marco could use some help in the kitchen. Would it be all right if Terry went with him?”

“Of course. Baby, would you go with Marco, please?”

“Yes, Master.”

Terry rose to his feet with polish, and once again pride filled him at how well Terry was doing. Before he could get too far away, Phil grabbed his arm and tugged him close. He kissed his cheek then whispered, “Great job. Now go to Marco. I think he actually needsyoumore than he needs help.”

Terry gave a quick nod, but Phil still sensed some tension in him. It was Christmas, a party. He didn’t want his boy to be uncomfortable. Phil glanced at Gerard and Eric. They were bantering back and forth about something, so Phil decided to find out what was up.