Page 56 of Learning to Trust

“I will move in with you, it broke my heart being away and I never want it to happen again.”

I pulled David to his feet and gathered him in my arms. We shared a deep kiss, and for the first time in weeks, I could breathe.

I kept my arms around his waist when our lips parted. “You do understand punishment will be forthcoming? You failed to trust my word and didn’t show enough respect to allow me to explain.”

"I understand, Sir. It was wrong of me and won't happen again."

"No, it won't."

Chapter Sixteen

DAVID

Relieved to be Andrew's sub again after the previous five weeks of heartbreak, I was prepared to take any punishment he chose considering the hurt I'd caused the man. If only—My stubbornness had almost brought us undone. I reflected back on Andrew saying my stubbornness was my strength and greatest weakness. He was right.

Andrew gripped my hand tightly as we made our way to his home. His soon-to-be my home.

"I'll give you a set of keys later and we'll get you moved in over the next couple of days." Andrew opened the door as he spoke and stepped back, allowing me to enter. I waited in the foyer while he closed and locked the door. He pulled me into his arms, and we clung to one another as we shared a kiss. "Fuck I missed you," he growled.

I could barely believe Andrew loved me and he accepted that I loved him. It almost felt as if I was living between the pages of a romance novel. The man was perfect. Grateful. Thankful. Blessed. None of the words came close to describing how I felt.

Andrew kept his arms around my waist and looked down into my eyes. “I’m going to take you upstairs where everything has been prepared.”

“All ready, Sir?”

“I was confident you would listen to me and be here today.”

I grinned. My man certainly was sure of himself and his hold over my heart. We made our way upstairs and I studied the strange equipment I hadn’t seen before.

From a large metal ring in the ceiling hung a rope with a thick band of leather that had buckles attached. Beneath it, side by side, were two polished wooden boxes about twelve inches in height. Behind them was a post with a plastic dildo that was at least ten inches in length and thicker than any I'd taken before. My ass clenched, knowing without a doubt where it would soon be lodged. Off to one side, on a small table sat a flogger and a large bottle of lube. I had no idea how everything came together but knew all would be revealed very soon.

After giving me time to check out everything, Andrew turned me to face him, placed two fingers beneath my chin, and tilted my head until our eyes met.

“You are consenting to punishment?”

“Yes, Sir. My behavior was unacceptable. I hurt both of us with my actions and discipline is deserved.” In truth, I was excited about what was planned.

“Safe word?”

“Monti.”

Andrew plucked open the buttons of my shirt and pushed it from my shoulders to pool on the floor. Leaning forward, he plucked at my bottom lip with his teeth before soothing the bite with a kiss. Reaching for my belt, he released the buckle, unfastened the button of my pants, and slid the zip down. The pants slid to my ankles leaving me in only a pair of tight black boxer briefs.

The caress of Andrew's hands as they roamed my body had my cock hardening and leaking, leaving a wet patch on the fabric of the briefs.

“Put your hands on my shoulders.”

"Doing as instructed, I kept myself steady while Andrew removed my shoes, socks, and briefs, leaving me naked before him. When released, my hard dick slapped against the taut muscles of my stomach. Droplets of precum slid from the head and ran like rivers through the valleys of muscles.

I hadn’t relieved my urges in the time I’d been separated from Andrew. Maybe, subconsciously, I had been saving myself until we were reunited.

Andrew took my hand and led me to the boxes. “Stand on those with one foot on each.”

I kept hold of his hand and stepped up as he’d directed.

“Hands above your head.”

Andrew wrapped the leather cuff around my wrists, binding both hands together. Once done he stood in front of me and gave my dick a couple of firm tugs which had me moaning. Precum bubbled from the tip. He swiped a finger across the liquid, lifted it to his mouth, and with a grin on his lips, licked it away.