Page 20 of Learning to Trust

“Safe word?”

“No, Sir,” he sobbed.

I was impressed; he was doing much better than expected, even though he'd climaxed. I suspected David had never been genuinely stimulated by his previous partners. "I'm going to fuck you now, and you do not have permission to come since you have done so twice against my instruction."

David remained quiet as I stripped and rolled on an extra-large condom. Although not as big as David, I was well-endowed and confident of satisfying the man. After removing the butt plug, I nailed him with one thrust. He cried out and pushed back to take me deeper. He was tight and warm, and I instantly knew he'd had no one of decent size up his ass.

My arms wrapped around him and taking his cock in my hands; I gripped it tightly, so it had the effect of a cock ring. I was determined David would not climax again. I slammed into him over and over. I prided myself on the ability to hold out for much longer than any partner I'd had. Minutes passed. David grunted and groaned as I nailed his prostate again and again. My balls tingled. We'd been at it for over half an hour, and I was close. David was rock hard; the blood pulsed beneath my hands, and I gripped him tighter. I would not allow him to come.

I failed.

My cock burst, emptying string after string of cum into the condom, and David's cum poured over my hands and his belly. The fucking man was insatiable. He'd have to learn to give me control.

Pulling from his body, I removed the condom, tied it off, and padded to the bathroom, where I threw it into a trash bin before running a bath. After adding soothing oils from the shelf, I padded back to the bedroom, removed the restraints and blindfold, and carried David to the bathtub. He was in a dreamy state but not in subspace. After checking the water, I lowered him into the warmth. His shout was deafening as his bruised and battered ass hit the water, but I forced him down when he attempted to jump out.

"The bath will soothe and help prevent heavy bruising. You will need a pillow or cushion when you sit down this week. We'll talk about your disobedience when we get back home."

David’s tear-filled eyes met mine. “I’m s—”

I held up a finger, silencing him before climbing into the bath behind him. He relaxed his head back against my shoulder and fell into sleep.

***

David pressed the remote, and his garage door slid upward. I drove his car inside and turned off the engine. He'd refused to take a nap or talk about our session at the club, insisting I bring him straight home. He hadn't uttered a word during the drive. For the first time ever as a Dom, I doubted myself and wondered if I'd pushed David too far or expected too much. As it was now, I strongly suspected the experience would be his first and last. I felt troubled that I'd failed him, but I’d learned over the years that very few were cut out to live the lifestyle.

As the garage door hit the ground, plunging the space into semi-darkness, I climbed from the car. David hadn’t moved. Sighing loudly, I rounded the car and pulled his door open.

“David.”

Tears spotted his cheeks, and he held up one hand. “Please, just leave, Andrew.”

Although everything in me screamed to stay and make him talk, I decided to abide by his wishes for now and come back in a couple of hours. After handing him the keys, I left via the garage's side door.

When I got home, I poured a whiskey, dropped onto the couch, and called Kyle.

“Andrew.”

“I fucked up.”

"I'll be over in twenty; do you want the others?"

“Yeah, I think I need all your opinions.”

“See you soon.”

That was one thing about having a long-time friend who knew me as well as I knew myself. Kyle seemed to sense what I needed and didn't bombard me with questions. So while I waited for them to arrive, I jogged upstairs and changed into a pair of sweats and a tee.

Back in the kitchen, I pulled steaks from the freezer for a grill since I hoped the guys would stay for a while. Being alone meant thinking and thinking often led to regret.

Why the fuck was I taking David’s rejection so hard? I’d had other Subs bail on me after their first time, and it had never bothered me at all.

The doorbell rang, which was only a matter of courtesy because my friends knew the door would be unlocked. They invited themselves inside and stomped to the kitchen, where I sat at the table spinning the empty shot glass in my fingers.

Kyle refilled my glass, and my friends all helped themselves to a drink, and then they dropped into chairs at the table.

"Okay, we're here. What have you done?" Kyle asked.

I took a mouthful of whiskey, feeling it burn its way to my stomach, while I pulled together some courage to speak.