Mon Doux

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by KatiKat

 

 

Val was sitting on the soft cushion at his Master´s feet, legs tucked
underneath him. He was pressed against the other man´s lower leg, his blond
head touching the strong thigh, his hands lying in his lap. He was dressed in
black silken pants, deep blue poet shirt unbuttoned to his waist and soft
leather moccasins his Master brought special for him from his last business
trip to Morocco. He didn´t wear any jewelry - his Master wouldn´t allow that -
except for the half-inch wide platinum collar around his neck. His bronze skin
told the story about his mixed Mexican origin, so his golden hair looked a
little odd on him just like his almond shaped emerald green eyes. His long hair
was out of his regular braid this time. He always felt vulnerable with his hair
down. Only in two places did he feel comfortable enough to let his guard down:
their - his Master´s and his home - and the Club they were currently in.

His Master´s hand moved through his hair, massaging his scalp. Val almost
purred with content. His eyes were only half open, unfocused and staring at
nothing. Nothing was more important now than his Master´s hand caressing his
hair. From time to time he really needed this reassurance that he was loved.

The movement just opposite him caught his attention and he moved his eyes to
look at the two men sitting on the other side of their small private oval box.
Master Samuel and Dimitri. Val smiled a little at Dimi. The other Sub behaved
like a brat sometimes and Val still didn´t figure out if it was just a game
between him and his Master or not. Val liked Dimi even though he was an awful
chatter-box. But only with friends. With strangers he was even more silent than
Val himself. And since Dimi did relax around him enough to talk a mile a
minute, he seemed to consider Val a friend. And Val was really proud and happy
about it. He didn´t have many friends and every one of them he treasured.

Val´s eyes moved from Dimi to Samuel and his small smile disappeared. He still
didn´t know what he should think about the other Master. He was an enigma to
him. A very dangerous enigma. But Val´s Master trusted him - which was a rare
thing - and that was enough for Val.

The hand petting Val´s hair disappeared and Val felt a pang of disappointment.
There was a quiet clank as his Master laid his wine glass aside on the small
glass table, finishing his quiet conversation with Samuel. For Val it was only
a dim background sound. He still didn´t look up, his gaze now lowered to the
black carpeted floor.

"Valentine?"

His Master´s voice directed at him startled him. He straightened, reluctantly
pulling away from the other man´s warm body and looked up. His green eyes met
his Master´s chocolate ones and he could feel his pulse quicken - just like
every time he looked in the deep pools which held always so much warmth in them
when they were directed at him. "Yes, Master?" he asked in a quiet
voice.

The other man reached out with his right hand and caressed his right cheek with
the back of his fingers, the white of his palm a startling difference to his
own dark colored skin. Then he moved to his lips, touching them, tracing the
lower lip with his thumb before slipping two fingers in his hot mouth.

"Suck on them," his Master ordered quietly and Val obeyed
immediately. He didn´t think anything about doing it in front of the other men
they shared their small alcove with. His Master wouldn´t let

him be harmed - neither physically nor emotionally. It wouldn´t be the first
time he serviced his Master in front of his friend - if you could call Samuel
his Master´s friend. He could feel their eyes burning into his back but it only
excited him even more. He shivered in anticipation. The business talk was over.
Now it was playtime.

Val took his Master´s fingers deep into his mouth, swirled his tongue around
them, wetting them thoroughly, green eyes locked with brown. He didn´t touch
his Master otherwise, waiting for an order like a perfectly trained Sub. His
hands in his lap balled into fists, fairly twitching to touch his Master.

His Master pulled his fingers out of his mouth and traced the contours of his
now slightly swollen lips with them. He moved down over his jaw to his neck,
leaving a wet trail behind. Then, abandoning his Sub, the Master leaned back in
his chair. He spread his legs further apart and laying his arms down on the arm
rests he ordered: "Move."

Understanding the meaning of his Master´s order immediately, Val moved between
his spread legs, his eyes falling to the bulge in his Master´s pants. He
swallowed, his mouth suddenly dry.

"You may touch me now, Pet."

The order was music to Val´s ears. He ran his hands up his Master´s legs, up
the inside of his thighs until he touched his swollen cock through his 5,000
dollar pants. His hand stopped on the zipper and he looked up at his Master,
asking for permission to continue.

The black man smiled slyly, the hunger evident in his eyes. "Show your
Master how much you love him, Pet. Take me in your mouth. Make me come, but I
forbid you to touch yourself." There was steel under the silk in his
voice. An order must be obeyed.

Val whimpered after hearing that he had been forbidden to find release himself,
but he did as he was ordered and lowered the zipper on his Master´s pants.
Since his Master always went commando to the club, his hardened cock
immediately sprung out of its hiding place and presented itself to the Sub\'s
waiting mouth.

Val could feel himself harden too, seeing the incredible picture in front of
him. His Master wanted him, needed him. Planting his hands firmly on his
Master´s knees to keep himself from touching his own cock, he bent forward and
took the head of his Master´s cock in his mouth, his eyes locked with the black
man´s. He swirled his tongue around it seeing the other man grip the arm rests
of his chair tightly, his knuckles going white. Val´s eyes dilated, seeing the
pleasure he brought to his Master and he moved up and down the stiff member,
pulling it out of his mouth and licking it like a lollipop. He needed to touch
himself, to come, but that was not important. Master´s pleasure came always
first for a Sub.

"No fancy games tonight, Valentine," the Master warned, his voice
thick with need.

Val stopped and looked at his lightly panting Master. Although being a little
disappointed by the order to break the forplay, Val obeyed the order. He moved
down and took the whole erection in his mouth deepthroating it, knowing that
even in the deep throes of passion his Master wouldn´t hurt him, wouldn´t let
him suffocate. The black Master shouted quietly at the unexpected tightness
that surrounded his cock. He threw his head backwards and arching his body up
from the arm chair, he moaned deeply, the sound resonating through his whole
body as he came in his lover´s mouth.

Val swallowed everything, sug ong on the softening and spent organ before
letting it slip out of his mouth. He unclenched his hands that had been
gripping his Master´s knees tightly, his own arousal

still throbbing painfully in his silken pants. He kissed his Master´s manhood
reverently and looked up to seek his Master´s permission to zip his pants back
up again. The Master gave him a nod and with utmost care Val hid his organ back
in his pants and zipped it carefully, mindful of the tender flesh beneath the
metal zipper.

For a moment he then sat there on his heels, his hands clenched tightly just
like his eyes as he felt the hot tightness in his pants. Now that he took care
of the most important thing he let himself feel his own needs. He felt his
heart hammering in his ears, small rivulets of sweat running down his back. He
was panting and unconsciously moaning under his breath.

His Master moved forward and laid his hand on Val´s head, caressing his golden
hair once again. Val needed... He had to... But his Master didn´t allow him to
touch himself. He needed it so much though. He started to move his hips to feel
the cold silk slide over his swollen cock.

"Valentine!" said his Master sharply, gripping his hair tightly. Val
stilled every movement and looked up at him. "I didn´t allow you to come
yet."

Val licked his lips and raised his face to his Master. He felt the hotness in
his cheeks and he knew that the color of his green eyes moved from emerald to
forest green to almost black. The perspiration bathed his body, letting small
droplets of water run down his flushed face. "Master, pl-please..."
he whispered.

His Master went back to petting him. "Please what?"

"Please... can I t-touch myself? Please?" he asked again, his voice
almost desperate.

When his Master only looked at him seeming to consider his question Val
whimpered. The need to touch almost too strong, almost causing Val to break his
orders. But only almost...

His Master was watching for what seemed like eternity but in reality it was
only a couple of seconds. Then he smiled and caressed Val´s flushed face.
"You´ve been a good trained Pet tonight," he praised him proudly.
"You obeyed my orders. Although not to the letter, but we will talk about
your punishment at home. Now as a reward you may touch yourself and make
yourself come." He then leaned back in his arm chair, reaching for his
glass of red wine again.

Val moved to caress himself through his pants when his Master´s voice stopped
him once again. "I want to see you, just like our companions here. Show
yourself to us. Strip!"

His Master´s voice slowly filtered through Val´s fogged brain and he didn´t
even stop to think about the order he had been given. Shakily Val stood up and
started to pull his silk shirt out of his pants, slowly. He craved the release,
but he wanted to please his Master at the same time. His eyes didn´t leave his
Master´s when the midnight blue shirt fluttered to the ground. Toeing out of
his moccasins he lowered his pants, freeing his aching manhood, and stepped out
of them. Licking his lips seductively he ran his hands up and down his chest
which glistened with sweat. He was panting lightly with desire and excitement.
His Master knew what turned him on.

"Kneel!" ordered his Master in his impassive tone, only the flash of
heat in his eyes told the tale of the hidden passion.

Val kneeled down in front of him, his back turned to the other occupants of the
small room. Tentatively he lowered his hands and touched himself, caressed
himself, moaning. He threw his head backwards and ran his hand up his throat.
That felt so good.

"Touch yourself like you would be preparing yourself for me," his
Master demanded again.

Val let his left hand rest still on his cock caressing himself, while his right
hand moved to his back tracing the crack teasingly for a moment before slipping
his index finger in his pre-lubed hole. Thankfully he always prepared himself
in the dressing room after they arrived at the club. The passage was well lubed
and even though he took a lot of time to spread himself thoroughly, it already
returned to its usual tightness. He slipped his index finger in and moved it in
rhythm with the hand on his cock. Then he pushed two fingers in his slick
passage and biting his lower lip, he moaned feeling the friction.

"Spread them wider, Pet. I can´t see anything," came the heated
whisper from his Master and Val obeyed immediately, moving his legs further
apart.

He moved his hips, rocking them. Then his fingers touched the little nub inside
him and a jolt of

pleasure shot through his body, causing him to release his passion with a
shout, throwing his head backwards again. It always turned him on very much to
get off in front of an audience. The pleasure was so intense this time that his
vision clouded and little dark spots danced in front of his eyes. He slumped
forward and if it wasn´t for his Master´s quick reaction he would have fallen
on his face.

"Shhh," whispered his Master, caressing his sweat soaked bangs. He
encircled his still quivering body with his arms and pressed Val to his chest.
"I´ve got you. Shhh," he whispered again trying to calm Val down.

The dark cloud that fogged his brain finally started to dissipate slowly,
leaving Val confused and disoriented. It always happened to him when his orgasm
was too intense. He didn´t quite faint but he came really close to it and was
totally unaware of what was going on around him in that very moment, leaving
the power totally in his Master´s hands. No safe words, no back doors. Only
trust.

Val could hear his Master talk to Samuel, but the meaning of his words only
slowly broke through him. "I´m sorry Samuel, but it looks like I´ll have
to take Val home now." Val couldn´t understand what Samuel´s answer was,
but it wasn´t important.

"Will you be able to walk, love?"

When Val registered the question, he tried to move his legs, but they wouldn´t
listen to him so he only shook his head just a little before pressing his face
back in his Master´s chest.

"That´s okay." The hand caressing his hair was back and Val was
really content now. Suddenly an incredible wave of exhaustion enveloped him. He
only wanted to sleep.

He could swear he heard his Master ask someone for a blanket, but he wasn´t
really sure. Maybe it was just a part of a dream? Val snuggled closer to the
warm chest that smelled so good.

"I love you, Nicolas," Val whispered, but he knew that his Master
would be able to hear him.

"I love you too, mon doux."

Val could swear his Master smiled.



The End



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