Obedience
Pairing - BJ / Mike
Rating NC-17
For Sexysnoo and Worshipgdboys on their (late) birthdays.
I stood at the sink, watching Billie have his final - actually, his first - cigarette of the day through the window, a pale figure against the black of the night, wreathed in wisps of smoke. I whistled softly for the dogs, chuckling to myself when the first creature through the door was actually Billie.
“I got you well-trained.”
Billie grinned, and I had to, too. “Me? I’m untrainable. Feral.”
“Yeah, Billie. Whatever. Where are the dogs?”
“The last time I saw them, sniffing round by the poolhouse. They’ll be in in a bit. It’s started to rain and they’ve had enough of getting wet today.” A whole day running around the beach with kids and pets had used up a week’s quota of towels, and left me tired and lethargic. By rock star standards this was an embarrassingly early night - nine thirty - but by Daddy standards, the day had come to a natural conclusion. Billie opened the refrigerator and stared at the contents, closing it again with a sigh. “I want something. Not sure what. Fresh air gives me such a fucking appetite.”
“I want bed. Fresh air kills me.” I drew myself a tall glass of water, draining it in one gulp, only to refill it straight away. Billie was transfixed by that, watching my throat ripple as I swallowed, and I knew he couldn’t resist nuzzling up to sniff it. I was right.
“You do realise that if you didn’t drink so much last thing at night, you wouldn’t need to get up at stooopid o’clock every morning to pee, don’t you?”
It was my turn to do some nuzzling, burying my nose in smoky curls. “Yeah, I know. Habit. And do you realise that I wouldn’t be so tired if we didn’t spend half our time in bed fucking?”
“Half? You flatter yourself. Some fucking stud! You flake out on me a lot lately.”
“Kids, music ... I’m a busy man.”
“Mmmmm .... busy.”
My laugh came out in a loud, apparently infectious burst that shook through both of us. “Like a dog in heat ... speaking of which, where are those fucking animals?” I whistled again, and almost immediately, the room was invaded by a panting, happy assortment of pets. I crouched to fuss all three, taking their collars off for the night, each of them making their way to their individual beds, via the water bowl. I have them well-trained, even if Billie is a law unto himself sometimes. He locked the door, checked the alarm settings and the windows, and flicked on the outdoor security light.
“You ready to go up, Mikey?”
“Yeah. You?”
“Think so. Still hungry but I can’t be bothered now. I hope I’ll make it til breakfast ...”
“You’ll survive.” I smiled and offered a hand, the seed of an idea forming in my one-track brain. “C’m here.” Billie took it, head falling against my chest with a sigh. “That’s it. Good boy.”
Before the knee-jerk response to my comment could leave his lips, I had slipped the biggest collar around his neck and buckled it in a heartbeat, clipping a thick leather leash to it, which I tugged gently.
“The fuck ....? Mike ...”
“Shh. You’ll wake the kids and we really don’t want that, do we?”
“No, but ...”
“Then humour me?”
Billie whispered a quiet ‘Okay’, using that soft and broken tone of voice that meant only one thing - he was getting aroused. That might have had something to do with the glint I knew had sparked in my eyes, or the way my pants had taken on a new shape at the front, or possibly just because he is Billie and he gets turned on by anything and everything. He nodded, just in case I hadn’t got the message and ran a finger around the inside of the collar. I felt so powerful, so in command.
“Let’s see how obedient you can be.”
Billie had been dragged upstairs by me so many times before, but I always forget just how much shorter his legs are, and he had to mount them two at a time in a sort of scrabbling trot, the leash stretched tight over my shoulder. The thought of what was going to happen between us made me impatient but we paused at the top, slipping automatically from lover to parent mode for the few seconds it took to fasten the stair-gate, before disappearing into our bedroom, closing the door all the way. Still in Daddy mode, I flipped on both baby monitors before I casually tied the leash to the headboard of the bed.
“Fuck, really?”
“Yeah, really. I’m going to the bathroom. Get undressed while I’m in there.”
“We live in California. Half the dogs in this state are dressed up like people.”
“Maybe, but I want you naked.” I slapped his ass, quite hard, and he yelped, but he started to unbutton his shirt nevertheless. “That’s better. I won’t be long.”
True to my word, I was quick, stripping off my own clothes and taking a much-needed piss, cleaning my teeth as I stood at the john, trying to aim straight when my dick had a mind of its own. I could hear a series of soft grunts from the other room, realising Billie must have been struggling to reach his shoes and socks on such a short leash. He knows I hate the naked-except-for-the-feet thing, and my cock twitched again. He’d said he was untrainable, but I thought about all the things that had changed since we started living together - little things like giving up his favourite cinnamon toothpaste because I can’t fucking stand it. Whether he admitted it or not, our relationship dictated a fair part of his behaviour. That’s just one of the reasons why I love him so much - because most of the things he changed, he did without me asking him to. When I got back to the bedroom, he was sitting where the pillow should have been, demure, naked and absolutely radiating sex appeal. The collar hung low, looser than I expected it to be on him, and it made his neck look like it went on forever. I kissed him gently, licking across that gorgeous full, bottom lip and when I pulled away, his head dropped with a sigh.
“Beautiful.” I cupped his chin and he sort of smiled at me sideways, still unsure of how I wanted to play this. Fuck, I wasn’t sure, either, but the sight of him compliant and quiet nearly made me lose it right there and then. I needed every atom of will power when he leaned forward to get a better look at me, licking his lips, his eyes wide with wonder even after all these years. He muttered something under his breath and lifted his head more to meet my gaze, then, palms flat on the bed, and, all too briefly, rubbed his face against my belly.
“Fuck, Billie ....” I could feel his breath on me, no more than that at first, but it made my balls tighten. I muttered, “Do it,” stroking his hair back so that I could see him closing in on me and he passed his second obedience test, with honours.
He almost pounced on me, filling his senses with my smell, the feel of my stretched skin on his lips. I closed my eyes and imagined what he was experiencing right now - my taste especially - a mix of sweat, that musky flavour that defines a man, and the lingering taste of the ocean. He swallowed me down, deeper each time, humming with pleasure at the sensation - it’s so fucking obvious that this is just about his favourite thing on earth, and actually one of mine, too, from both sides. I opened my eyes once more, because let me assure you, there is no prettier view in the world than Billie Joe looking up at you through those eyelashes, and I rewarded him with the sight of my open mouth, gaping wide to let him know how much I was enjoying this. I skimmed my hand over his hair, sticky from the salt spray and damp from the rain, leaving it resting on his shoulder as he licked me, root to tip, like a child with a particularly delicious lollipop.
My breathing quickened. Every so often, I arched my back, fidgeting whenever his tongue swirled over a particularly sensitive spot. All the while, he kept his hands planted on my thighs, gauging just how far along I was by the increasing frequency of the tremors that made my legs feel like I was standing on quicksand. I cupped his face again, and muttered a string of sounds, for the most part totally incoherent, but, as ever, he understood every single word I didn’t say.
Finally, I managed to form a sentence that actually made sense. Well, almost.
“Shit, that feels good, fuck, just there - Jesus!” My hips started lungeing of their own accord as I got closer to oblivion, but he still clamped himself tight to my body, working even more eagerly than before. I raked my nails across his scalp, tugging at clumps of blond curls, and he reacted with a very loud moan that made me grateful for closed doors and soundproofed walls. Muscles started to stay tensed and I made the difficult decision to not try to hold back any longer. My chin dropped to my chest at the moment when I reached my point of no return, feeling the vibrations from his muted scream buzzing around my cock as I emptied into his throat. He continued to suckle on me for an age afterwards, swallowing rhythmically until the orgasm was just another wonderful memory, reluctantly letting me slip out from between his lips.
I had no words at all now. I rubbed my damp flesh against his face, and he made enough noise for both of us. I shushed him, out of sheer habit, sinking onto the bed to sit beside him. His head lolled onto my shoulder, his eyes heavy-hooded with lust, and I noticed the small beads of perspiration that had started to blossom on his skin. A low noise, something like a purr, echoed in the back of his throat and he smiled at me like the proverbial Cheshire cat, although, if he had been a dog, his tail would have been wagging madly. He looked so happy. I brushed my thumb lightly over his glistening lips, and watched awestruck as he sucked on it.
“You really like that, don’t you?”
“You know I do.” His eyes sparkled, full of mischief, his voice dropped to a sultry growl. The man really is a contradiction. “How far do you want to take this, Mike?”
“I don’t have a fucking clue. Why?”
“Well. we don’t let the dogs on the bed for a start, and do you seriously want me to piss in the yard?”
I spluttered. This situation was getting out of hand. What had started as a piece of serious role-play was being pulled apart - I was actually trying to control him by letting him do his favourite thing - what the hell was I thinking? He may have had the collar around his neck, but he was still top dog. I took a good long look at him, and tried to resist kissing him, as a little protest against his rebellion. I failed. As our lips parted, he smiled, part satisfied, part smug.
“I won’t be your dog, Mike ... but I’m always happy to be your bitch.”
Suddenly, I felt invincible again. Billie was manipulating ME, but it was still good - the way I figured it, I couldn’t lose. I clambered up the bed and beckoned him to me. The expression on his face when the leather band stopped his movement was delicious, but he regained his balance and composure, acting as if he spent all day every day restrained like this. He lay on top of me, light and comfortable and gave me another one of those beaming smiles, our noses almost touching. Fucking gorgeous. His respiration was as heavy as if it had been him on the receiving end a few seconds before, and I could smell myself on his otherwise sweet, smoky breath.
“You wanna come, I guess?”
“Congratulations, you guess right. D’ya wanna reward?”
I tried to slap his ass, but it was pretty feeble, ending up with me just squeezing it to get the desired yelp out of him. “Yeah, matter of fact I do. Hump me, Bill, like a dog.” He drew back from me, trying to look shocked, but actually only managing to look very interested indeed, and another hot little noise squeaked out of him. “My reward will be watching your face.”
“Okay.” He sounded quiet again, and I could feel him twitching against my belly, but even as turned on as he was, he couldn’t resist another little dig at my failed attempt to dominate him. “First you gotta swear not to take me to the vet tomorrow, like we did with Bandit.”
I had to laugh. He’d put on that mock-worried frown, his brow all creased, and those huge puppy-dog eyes of his. Fuck, I love brash and sassy Billie, but this look was a winner, too. “I swear. Oh, and one more thing ...”
“For you, master, anything.”
I snorted in the most un-sexy way ever, right into his shoulder. “Fuck, why do I love you so much?”
“No fucking clue, but I mean it. Anything.”
I kissed a trail up to his lips, avoiding the collar, distracting him while I unhooked the leash from the headboard, wrapping it around my fist to keep it short. “Make as much noise as you want. If the kids can sleep through the music in the car, they can sleep through their daddies having sex along the hall.”
He nodded slowly, pulling back from me a little to test how far he could move - not very. I wanted that face as close to mine as possible, ready to welcome his tongue into my mouth as he came. He was already rocking against me, stimulating a new surge of life in my cock with every passing second, and I reached for the lube in the nightstand drawer. I squeezed a layer between us, and more on his belly - friction is nice, but too much of it is not to be recommended - and he thanked me, breathy and broken, intent on keeping himself in check with smooth, even movements of his hips, but I know the signs, and it was blindingly obvious just how desperate he was. Every stroke made him whimper, twice, if he moved further than the collar would comfortably let him.
I could hardly bear to take my eyes off him even long enough to blink. The sweat spread along his hairline, darkening blond to brown, and his jaw hung low, allowing deep, rattling drafts of air into his lungs to feed his urgency. He was, true to his unspoken word, fucking noisy, but I wasn’t exactly silent either. The combined heat of our bodies was overpowering, adding a cushion of sweat to the wetness on my belly, and my cock soon felt as hard as his. I glanced over his shoulder, into the ceiling mirror we’d had put in after our wedding, feasting on the sight of his ass clenching and relaxing as he rolled his body against mine, dreaming of what I was going to do to him in the very near future and how good it was going to be. A gasp that sounded like a reaction to pain had me focussing back on his face, but there was no distress there, just the look he always gets when he is carried away by an approaching orgasm. I whispered some encouragement to him, my heart aching at just how fucking beautiful he looked, and he managed to crack a brief smile and murmur my name. I shortened the leash a little more, pulling him down when all he wanted was to arch away to finish himself off, and I licked my lips, readying them for his kiss.
He tasted wonderful. The kiss was hard and fierce, his tongue forced deep inside me and the accompanying scream was incredible - loud and long and I found myself responding with a yell of my own. His hips, just a few seconds ago gliding against mine on a layer of silky lube, were now slamming against me, wild and erratic thrusts that spread liquid heat across both of our bellies. Slowly, the scream diminished and the only sound left in the room was the thud of his heartbeat and the hiss of his breath.
I barely gave him a chance to come down from his high, now as hungry as he had been a short while ago. He’d collapsed against me, weak and shaking, totally out of it, but I tugged on the leash and growled out a command - “Kneel.” Instantly, he scrabbled off me, supporting his body on tired arms and legs that must have felt like lead, and gave himself to me without any word of dissent.
“You’re so very good to me, Baby.” I coated my already-sticky cock with lube and pressed against him, waiting for him to relax a little. As soon as I heard his long intake of air, I pushed inside him. I’d unwound the lead from my hand to allow him to move, but now we were joined, I shortened it, pulling his head back just enough to restrict his movement, not enough to cause him discomfort - not yet, anyway. Each time his depleted muscles quit on him, the collar tightened around his throat and he had to force himself upright again, choking out the backlog of curse-words that he never uttered when our children were about.
I fucked him so gently at first, fully aware that if I gave in to my primal urges, this would be over in seconds, and I so wanted to get another orgasm out of him, as much for my benefit as for his. He felt incredible, pushing back into me whenever he could muster the strength, grinding himself against me when he couldn’t. I swapped the leash from my right to my left hand and reached around his slender frame to his dick, and again he twitched and swore and yielded to the tug of the leather around his neck. He was hardening in my hand, and he cried my name to the ceiling as his legs threatened to give way for the twentieth time, but I didn’t give him any more scope to move, and that made me feel so fucking guilty.
“God, Billie ...”
“S’okay. I’m okay.” He gulped and gasped, and that alone took me to within a hair’s breadth of losing it completely. “Mikey, you’re gonna have to help me out here.”
I stroked my thumb over his slit and the leash sagged against his skin as he reared up in ecstasy. “Like this?”
“Fuck, yeah ...”
I think I worked harder to get this climax out of him than I have ever done before. I’d noticed how he spasmed in my hand each time the pressure on his throat increased, and I exploited that, actually controlling his respiration to make his cock respond. I realised just how much he trusted me, and for me, that was almost as much of a turn-on as the way he had stopped struggling when I pulled his head back. Both of us glanced at our reflections, but Billie, for the most part, had his eyes screwed shut, and as I was straining to hold back, the mirrors were not a good idea. Fuck, if only we had thought to record this ....
... and then he went rigid under me, jerking me back to the here and now. I quickly checked that I wasn’t actually strangling him - I wasn’t - understanding perfectly the meaning behind the one word that he managed to utter.
“Mike ....”
I gripped him, fingers sliding on his lubed and come-slicked flesh, and he in turn tightened around my cock, seemingly pulling me deeper into his body to enhance and extend the orgasm that took over my whole being. I let the lead uncoil from my hand, now clutching him close, both to support him and to reaffirm the unbreakable bond between us.
When our balls finally relinquished control to our brains, I unbuckled the collar with trembling fingers and Billie rolled onto his back, arms and legs outspread. He was flushed and sweat-soaked, a reddened line just visible around his throat, and with the biggest shit-eating grin almost splitting his face in two.
“Well, that was fun.”
I shimmied across the mattress to kneel between his legs. “I didn’t go too far, then?”
“Nowhere near. It was fucking hot, Mikey. I think I kinda like being your dog.”
“My bitch ...”
“I’ll be whatever you want me to be.”
See, THAT”s why I love him so much. He’ll do anything to please me, and in return, I can never say no to him. I kissed him, because I really couldn’t think of anything witty or wise to say, and he laced his fingers behind my head, despite how sore his arms must have felt. When our mouths parted, I swear I left another piece of my soul inside him.
“That was pretty amazing, but fucking messy. Hand me a coupla Kleenex, Love. My pack is empty.”
“I wonder why.” He giggled in that adorable way of his, crab-crawling up the bed to swing his legs over the side, and handed me a wedge of tissue. “I’m fucking starving.”
“Seriously?” I scrubbed at the wet patch, turning it into a slightly-damp patch decorated with shredded white paper.
“Seriously. I’m gonna go make a sandwich - d’ya want me to bring you something?”
I crawled back to my side of the rumpled bed, and curled around the dark stain, body and brain shutting down rapidly. “Too tired. Not really hungry. Thanks for the offer, but I’m good.”
Billie pulled on a robe, although he didn’t bother to fasten it, rummaging in the drawer to make room for the lube before leaning in for one last closed-eye kiss.
“You’re not good, you’re fucking wonderful. I love you.”
I hummed a reply, his taste still in my mouth to inspire sweet dreams ........
...... and then the devious little motherfucking bastard snapped police-issue steel handcuffs around my wrists and ran to the kitchen, laughing.