Page 45 of One Night With The Nanny

Reid thanked him and opened his other hand. “The leash, please.”

Without hesitation, Max’s grip slid down the length of black leather and caught the handle, then swiftly extended it to Reid.

“Good boy,” Reid whispered, causing Max’s erection to twitch. His hand slid through the loop and wound around the leash, drawing up the slack. “On your knees. Help me out of these trousers,” he said with a cuntish bravado he didn’t know he possessed. Max sank to his knees obediently and reached for Reid’s waist. “There’s lube in the right pocket.”

Max found the packets and tossed them on the rug next to his knees, then helped when Reid rose and stepped out of them. They received a quick fold before they joined Reid’s sweater on the coffee table. Reid remained standing for a moment so Max could admire his black jockstrap. It had an attached lace garter and the front was soft microfiber. The waist and the straps circling his thighs were in sleek black satin.

“My God, Reid…” Max’s hands slid up Reid’s thighs, his thumbs tracing the straps. “You are stunning,” he whispered up at Reid breathlessly.

“I’m glad you approve. I noticed you liked my pink jockstrap last time,” he said as he slowly lowered and reclined with his drink. Reid slouched low in the seat and spread his legs, taking a leisurely drink despite his racing heart and the rabid lust clawing at his control. “I want you to finger me and get me ready and if you feel like bottoming, I’d like to bend you over that piano and see how many notes I can hit before I ride you around this suite.” The flogger was in his right hand, the tails dangling over the end of the armrest.

“I loved it and I can’t think of anything I’d enjoy more,” Max said with a reverent kiss to Reid’s knee. He kissed his way up, up, up and nuzzled his face against the lace and the soft fabric stretched around Reid’s hard-on.

Reid took hold of Max’s head, gripping his hair tight. “Why? Why do you like this? What do you want?” He needed to know what Max was seeking from Reid, what he craved from his submission. Was it the easy numbness of a subspace found in the relinquishing of control or was Max hoping to be degraded and humiliated.

“I like…” Max swallowed loudly, his gaze fixed on the strap around Reid’s thigh as he traced it with trembling fingers. “I like it when you take control because… I know exactly what you want and that you only want it from me. I’m the one you trapped with your spell and tied to a bed. I’m the one you chose to satisfy you.”

“You want to be possessed,” Reid summarized, releasing Max’s hair and signaling for him to continue. Max’s head lowered and he whispered a thank you as he kissed the inside of Reid’s thigh. “My pleasure,” Reid murmured, distracted. He spread his legs wider when Max licked higher, along the edge of his jockstrap and around the underside of his sac.

Reid couldn’t get turned on humiliating Max because he wasn’t an emotional sadist, but he understood that he could be doing real harm in that fantasy suite. Max’s desire to be possessed was most likely a desire to be loved and cared for, not controlled and sublimated into an obedient void. That hopeful loneliness was more tempting than Max imagined, calling to the restless loneliness within Reid he did his best to ignore.

“What am I going to do about you, Max?” he asked absently, his fingertip tapping against his lip as he considered.

“You don’t have to do anything. Let me serve you.”

Reid nodded, shutting down the parts of his brain he didn’t need: the calculating, debating, and mandating parts that kept him out of trouble and stopped him from having fun and getting what he really wanted. “Serve me,” he whispered, letting his head fall back and the last of his thoughts spill out.

“Please let me.” Max prayed the words into his flesh and licked them away, leaving goosebumps that spread down Reid’s legs. His cock was freed and slick fingers swirled and slowly pushed into his hole, erasing the last of Reid’s worries.

He found his own void and felt numb as he gave the flogger a swish, warning Max as the tails slapped the arm of the chair. Reid enjoyed the wave of warm pleasure rolling down his legs as he watched goosebumps form on Max’s back.

“That’s it!” Reid hissed in approval when Max’s fingers sawed back and forth, creating flashes of heat in his core. He rolled his wrist, swatting Max’s upper back with the flogger, making him jump and moan. His fingers slipped free and Reid clicked his teeth scoldingly. “Watch what you’re doing. Don’t lose your focus.” He guided Max’s face to his cock. “Suck,” he commanded, earning a ragged whimper as Max opened wide and swallowed as much of Reid as he could. “That’s so good, Max!” Reid held onto Max’s head, bucking gently as he rode his fingers.

He rewarded Max with firm swats to his shoulders and praised him lewdly until Reid’s legs started to shake and his nerves flickered. Reid ordered him to stop and stand and Max gathered the lube packets before he was led from the study and to the piano.

Reid felt like a king, holding the leash and winding the flogger at his side like a jump rope as he strode through the suite with Max following behind him. He told Max to bend over the piano and held onto the leash.

“Let me know if this starts to hurt,” Reid sang, then delivered a series of swift lashes to each of Max’s asscheeks, then paused.

Max shook his head. “More! Don’t stop!”

“Fuck! Why do you have to be so hot?!” Reid took his frustrations out on Max’s backside and his back. The arm holding the flogger criss-crossed back and forth and up and down, creating a soft red glow, but no welts, as Max gasped and swore and sang euphorically over the side of the piano. Reid punished Max for being everything he could ever want: smart, kind, gentle, funny, patient, and also extremely handsome and a wild, insatiable freak in the bedroom.

“Reid! I’m getting close!” he cried out.

“Perfect time for a break,” Reid declared and tossed the flogger onto the piano. “I could use another drink,” he said, giving the leash a firm tug before releasing it and shooing Max off to the study. He leaned so he could watch Max’s rosy ass until it disappeared around the corner, then went and sat on the bench. “I’m a fan of the classics,” he stated as he gave his fingers a quick stretch and a wiggle to loosen his grip after holding the leather handle.

He played and sang the beginning of “Stormy Weather,” then winked at Max when he returned and Reid transitioned to “I Can’t Stand The Rain” by Missy Elliot.

“You play the piano and sing as well,” Max observed as he handed Reid his drink. “Is there anything you can’t do?”

I can’t have you.

Reid wasn’t in the mood to pout about that or the fact that his relationship with Gavin had never felt like an actual marriage and none of the one-night stands before Max had ever felt like cheating. But Reid felt like he was being unfaithful to Gavin as he ached for Max. He wanted to give Max everything he desperately needed and Reid wanted to belong to Max. He knew that there would never be another man like him and Max would haunt Reid for the rest of his life, but he got sick at the thought of loving him more and living without Gavin.

“I can’t sew and I couldn’t operate a sewing machine if my life depended on it.”

“Why would your life depend upon sewing?” Max asked, appearing mystified.

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