Page 31 of Learning to Trust

David was over-stimulated, so I set the feather aside, removed the plug, and switched it off before placing it back on the table, suiting and lubing my dick.

After releasing his ankles, I pushed David's knees to his chest and thrust in until I was balls-deep in his body. Fuck he felt good. Tight. Wet. Perfect.

After kissing him deeply, I snapped my hips, setting a rhythm as I thrust in and pulled out.

David groaned, pushing his legs against my hold.

“Keep your legs where they are.”

Releasing one leg, I fondled the flash of his dick and caressed his hard balls. He stayed with me, mumbling over and over, “I need to learn to trust Andrew.”

Sweat beaded our skin and we slid against each other.

David openly sobbed in frustration and when I tugged on the nipple clamp chain, he was hit with another ruined orgasm.

David had done well to hold out for as long as he had, and I'd be sure to tell him I was proud of his determination to trust.

Minutes passed, David tightened the muscles of his ass, and it felt like I was trapped in a vice. I detonated with a roar.

Breathing heavily, I released David's legs and collapsed onto him, holding him tight. The satisfaction I'd achieved with this man was off the charts. Our relationship where sex was concerned was definitely not full-time Dom/sub when out of the bedroom, and for the most part we were equals. Conversation with David was always intelligent and thought-provoking and left me wanting more with him. I found myself craving his company when we were apart.

“Sir?”

Pushing up on my arms lifted the bulk of my weight off the smaller man and allowed him to take a deep breath. My eyes searched his, I had no idea what I was hoping to see.

“Is your train of thought stopping at a station anytime soon, Sir?”

I laughed. David certainly had some humorous turns of phrase. Leaning forward, I crushed my lips to his and for the first time when we kissed, his tongue didn't duel fiercely with mine. Instead, David gave me control, and our tongues twisted and danced like lovers. Slowly, he was learning to trust, and didn't that cause my heart to beat faster with—What? Nope. Not been down that road and wasn't going there.

“I’m proud of you, David. Your restraint is showing huge improvement and will continue to do so as your trust in me grows.”

“Thank you, Sir. I’m doing my best not to let what has happened in the past cause me to judge you unfairly. I want to please you.”

“Learn to trust again for yourself, Baby, it will help you to become free.”

We kissed again before I pushed onto my knees, unbuckled his wrists, and massaged to ensure the blood was flowing normally.

“Shower?”

“Will you shower with me, Sir?”

“If that is what you would like.”

“I would like to suck you off, Sir.”

"I would like that very much." For some unknown reason, I had no trouble becoming hard around David, even when I had orgasmed a short time earlier. My dick was already at half-mast and ready for more.

We climbed from the bed, and in the adjoining bathroom, I disposed of the condom before flicking on the shower.

When the renovations had been done to my playroom, I'd also had the bathroom overhauled. The massage shower had jets that targeted different areas of the body, ideal following a bruising scene. The enclosure was four times larger than average, and it was tiled in a deep shade of blue with chrome fittings. There was a wide bench where I could seat my sub for aftercare, and I'd also had an on-demand water heater installed so the water remained hot no matter how long the shower. The rest of the bathroom had been completely redone in white tiles and two rectangular porcelain sinks sat atop a deep blue marble countertop. A large spa and toilet completed the space. It was exactly what was needed for taking care of David.

The water was at the perfect temperature, so I indicated for David to step into the shower and entered behind him. There was a slight rattle as the door closed. Water rained from the large square shower head fixed to the ceiling. The massage jets sat idle. If David wanted to give me a blow job I preferred he didn’t drown.

Drawing the man into my arms, we shared a kiss before he backed me onto the seat. I sat and David kneeled between my legs before turning his surprised face up to mine.

“The floor is warm, Sir.”

"I had underfloor heating installed when the room was refitted."