Page 90 of American King (New Camelot Trilogy 3)
Mark ran an appreciative hand over my naked body, smirking a little as I tensed. His hand lingered over my flaccid cock, rolling it against my stomach and giving it a teasing squeeze. It gave a half-hearted jolt—Mark was an incredibly handsome man, after all—but both the cold toy pressing against my pucker and the condescending dominance of his touch kept me mostly soft.
He was hard though, and I couldn’t help but take a small amount of masculine pride in that. Even if I currently felt no desire and just wanted this lesson over with.
“It’s a shame you’re not submissive, or even a switch,” he sighed, giving my testicles a longing little fondle. “You are a very beautiful man. I’d like to fuck you very much. And how many men can say they’ve gotten to fuck the President?”
“Even if I were submissive, I’m afraid the Vice President keeps me too busy to share,” I said with a smile.
Mark smiled too, although his expression was still edged with hunger. “One day,” he murmured, hand gripping the heavy muscles of my thigh, “I’ll have to find a male submissive that reminds me of you. Get it out of my system.”
He cradled my testicles once more, pulling them gently upwards to keep my hole exposed. “With your own subs, you’ll want to dedicate some time throughout the week to anal play,” he said, back into teacher mode now. “I like to make my own subs wear plugs for the first part of a scene—or even in public or at home before we play, to heighten anticipation—but be careful not to plug them for more than an hour or two, even if they tell you they can do more. Otherwise you risk injury or ulcers, or compromising sphincter control. Speaking of, I’m going to press in again with the toy, so push back against me as I do.”
It was cold and hard and unpleasant, and even as I felt it slide in, I still felt like I was doing something wrong. “I thought it would feel better,” I said.
“It’s barely inside you,” Mark said. “We haven’t gotten to the good part yet.”
“There’s going to be a good part?”
His mouth quirked up at my words, and once again his gaze snagged on my soft penis, on my tense body. “Actually, wait a moment, will you?”
He pulled the toy out, and I heaved a giant sigh of relief as he left the room. For the last seven months, I’d been training at the club, learning how to channel my desires into safe, structured play. Not everyone agreed with Mark’s philosophy that a Dom should be willing to experience anything he or she would put a sub through, but I did, and frankly, most of it was fairly easy to endure. Maybe I couldn’t find release in pain as a sub could, but I enjoyed the strength and discipline it forced to the surface. Maybe I didn’t feel a dizzy sense of freedom while I was bound, but every moment in bondage was worth learning for all the ways I could later tease and torture Embry.
But this—this was the first time I was actively disliking my training, and despite how intensely I tried to peer at why, the answer wouldn’t show itself to me.
Was it the domination? Was I that fundamentally incapable of submitting to a man like Mark?
Or was it the penetration? God knew I’d only just started to pick apart the ways I’d internalized messages about masculinity and sex. But when I thought of Embry inside me, there was none of this cold tension, this gritting of teeth. There was only warmth and excitement, and oh fuck, how much it would mean to him, how much it would mean to me, to still have this first between us, a first that wouldn’t have to happen with blood and bullets, but with clear, open eyes and assenting hearts and with as much time as we wanted.
The door opened and then Embry walked in with Mark, obviously having come straight from his office, stress-tousled hair, flag pin, and all.
“I called him here earlier,” Mark said, “because I thought you might want the extra nudge. But of course, you can tell me to fuck off if you don’t want to do this in front of your sub.”
Embry had stopped right in front of the door, and as Mark was talking, I watched my lover’s face process what he was seeing. Me, stretched out and hands bound, legs parted. Toy, towel, lube.
I could see the minute his mouth went dry.
“No,” I said softly. “I want him to stay.”
Mark glanced between us and then smiled to himself. “You know, I think this might go better if I leave the two of you alone. Can I trust that you’ll carry out his lesson thoroughly?” This last he directed to Embry, who looked at Mark as if Mark had just asked him if blowjobs were any fun at all.
“Uh, yeah,” Embry mumbled. “Real thorough.”
“He needs to try both toys,” Mark said, canting his head toward the table next to the bed. There was the plug he’d been using on me earlier and a full sized dildo, veined and lifelike.
Embry swallowed. Hard.
“And in a few different positions,” Mark added, “although make sure he’s still bound for one or two of them, so he can experience it while being restrained.”
“Breathe, Embry,” I said from the bed, amused.
Embry’s voice was choked when he finally managed speech. “Okay. Okay. Yes—restrained. Toys. Positions. I can do that.”
“I thought so. See you two later,” Mark laughed, and then he left us alone.
Embry drifted over to the side of the bed, pulling absent-mindedly at his tie knot and blinking fast as his eyes moved between my naked thighs and the table of toys. I was having so much fun watching him that I’d almost forgotten to be unhappy about my upcoming lesson.
“Stop dimpling at me,” he grumbled. “This is hard enough to handle as it is.”
I couldn’t stop dimpling at him, though. He was just so fucking cute, stripping off his tie and jacket with shaking hands, his teeth digging into his bottom lip as if he couldn’t trust himself even to speak. It was like watching a child glimpse the presents under the tree at Christmas, except a thousand times better because it was a grown, vigorous man who was glowing with uncontrollable excitement.
