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continued to jerk and spew in his mouth. He held Turner’s cock for an extra moment or two before pulling back and falling hard onto his ass.
“Fuck me,” Turner bent, his hands on his knees trying to catch his breath.
Cannon started to laugh. “So much for making it to the bedroom.”
Turner joined in laughing, moving to join Cannon on the hall floor. “I never said bedroom. I just said upstairs.”
Cannon laughed harder and threaded their fingers together.
9
Cannon was humming Save A Horse, Ride A Cowboy while he did the dinner dishes. He had left Turner sitting in front of the roaring fire in the living room playing with Daisy. Every few minutes, the Rottweiler would roam into the kitchen to see him before heading back to Turner.
“Why does she keep doing that?” Turner asked from the kitchen door. Daisy was behind him proudly carrying her green and white rope toy.
“Rotties are very protective of their family. She’s patrolling the house. She leaves you to check on me and walks a lap through the downstairs before coming back to you.”
“She considers you family?” Turner raised an eyebrow.
“She will consider anyone you allow into the house family, but protecting you will be her first priority.”
“Then she’ll protect you?”
“Right. So if you plan to do something that will cause me pain, you may want to gag me.”
Turner laughed. “Because you’ll get off on that or so Daisy won’t try to come to your rescue?”
Grinning, Cannon laughed along. “Both.”
“I was thinking about showing you the impact tools you mentioned in the contract.”
“And by showing you mean using on my ass?” Cannon shivered, wrapping his arms around himself.
“Is that a problem, brat?” Turner smirked, cornering Cannon at the sink.
Cannon shook his head no.
“Are the dishes done and the leftovers put away?” Turner could see the dishes drip-drying in the washboard and no sign of the leftover pasta, but wanted Cannon to answer him. He couldn’t get enough of the way “sir” dripped off his lips.
“Yes, sir.” Cannon licked his lips.
“Are you sure you’re ready for this?” Turner palmed Cannon’s erection through his jeans.
Cannon nodded, reaching out to grab Turner’s hips, urging him closer.
“You’re a needy little thing, huh, brat?”
“I need you.” Cannon gripped Turner tighter.
He wasn’t going to say it out loud, but Turner needed him too. “Let’s go upstairs. Take your gag, you’ll need it.” Guiding Cannon to the stairs, he stopped to pet Daisy. “Stay, honey.”
Cannon followed a step behind Turner all the way up the stairs and into the master bedroom. Done in tan and forest green, it was warm and inviting. It was the perfect place to end a long day. The king-sized bed was lined with dark green pillows and a green and silver comforter. Cannon closed his eyes and imagined himself falling asleep in Turner’s arms.
“Strip,” Turner commanded before opening the door to the walk-in closet.
Cannon did as Turner asked, taking off everything and folding it neatly.
“Very nice.” Turner grinned at his naked sub, while holding a paddle in his right hand.
“Thank you, sir. Where are the rest?”
“The rest of what?”
“The rest of the impact tools I mentioned like the cane and crop.” Cannon wanted to see and touch all of the tools he’d read about and seen online.
“Trust me, boy, you’ll want me to try them out one at a time.”
Cannon watched in fascination as Turner walked closer to him, tapping the top of the paddle against the palm of his hands. “I-I trust you, sir.” God help him, he did.
“Thank you, Cannon. Those are the most important words a Dom can ever hear from a sub.” Maybe not the most important words, but he wasn’t going to tell Cannon that. Not yet … Maybe not ever.
“May I touch it?”
“Sure.” Turner handed it to Cannon before hauling off his shirt and going for the button of his jeans.
Cannon ran
“Fuck me,” Turner bent, his hands on his knees trying to catch his breath.
Cannon started to laugh. “So much for making it to the bedroom.”
Turner joined in laughing, moving to join Cannon on the hall floor. “I never said bedroom. I just said upstairs.”
Cannon laughed harder and threaded their fingers together.
9
Cannon was humming Save A Horse, Ride A Cowboy while he did the dinner dishes. He had left Turner sitting in front of the roaring fire in the living room playing with Daisy. Every few minutes, the Rottweiler would roam into the kitchen to see him before heading back to Turner.
“Why does she keep doing that?” Turner asked from the kitchen door. Daisy was behind him proudly carrying her green and white rope toy.
“Rotties are very protective of their family. She’s patrolling the house. She leaves you to check on me and walks a lap through the downstairs before coming back to you.”
“She considers you family?” Turner raised an eyebrow.
“She will consider anyone you allow into the house family, but protecting you will be her first priority.”
“Then she’ll protect you?”
“Right. So if you plan to do something that will cause me pain, you may want to gag me.”
Turner laughed. “Because you’ll get off on that or so Daisy won’t try to come to your rescue?”
Grinning, Cannon laughed along. “Both.”
“I was thinking about showing you the impact tools you mentioned in the contract.”
“And by showing you mean using on my ass?” Cannon shivered, wrapping his arms around himself.
“Is that a problem, brat?” Turner smirked, cornering Cannon at the sink.
Cannon shook his head no.
“Are the dishes done and the leftovers put away?” Turner could see the dishes drip-drying in the washboard and no sign of the leftover pasta, but wanted Cannon to answer him. He couldn’t get enough of the way “sir” dripped off his lips.
“Yes, sir.” Cannon licked his lips.
“Are you sure you’re ready for this?” Turner palmed Cannon’s erection through his jeans.
Cannon nodded, reaching out to grab Turner’s hips, urging him closer.
“You’re a needy little thing, huh, brat?”
“I need you.” Cannon gripped Turner tighter.
He wasn’t going to say it out loud, but Turner needed him too. “Let’s go upstairs. Take your gag, you’ll need it.” Guiding Cannon to the stairs, he stopped to pet Daisy. “Stay, honey.”
Cannon followed a step behind Turner all the way up the stairs and into the master bedroom. Done in tan and forest green, it was warm and inviting. It was the perfect place to end a long day. The king-sized bed was lined with dark green pillows and a green and silver comforter. Cannon closed his eyes and imagined himself falling asleep in Turner’s arms.
“Strip,” Turner commanded before opening the door to the walk-in closet.
Cannon did as Turner asked, taking off everything and folding it neatly.
“Very nice.” Turner grinned at his naked sub, while holding a paddle in his right hand.
“Thank you, sir. Where are the rest?”
“The rest of what?”
“The rest of the impact tools I mentioned like the cane and crop.” Cannon wanted to see and touch all of the tools he’d read about and seen online.
“Trust me, boy, you’ll want me to try them out one at a time.”
Cannon watched in fascination as Turner walked closer to him, tapping the top of the paddle against the palm of his hands. “I-I trust you, sir.” God help him, he did.
“Thank you, Cannon. Those are the most important words a Dom can ever hear from a sub.” Maybe not the most important words, but he wasn’t going to tell Cannon that. Not yet … Maybe not ever.
“May I touch it?”
“Sure.” Turner handed it to Cannon before hauling off his shirt and going for the button of his jeans.
Cannon ran
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