Needing Harte (1-800-DOM-Help) by Marilu Mann

sucked the head of Ramey’s throbbing cock into his mouth, loving the sound torn from Ramey’s throat. Feeling Ramey’s hands in his hair brought his head up.
    “No, that won’t do. Hands up.” With Ramey’s immediate compliance, Harte secured his hands in another pair of the fleece-lined cuffs and then secured those to a convenient hook in the wall at the head of the bed. “Comfortable?”
    “Yes, Master. Thank you.” Ramey gifted him with a smile that lit the room and Harte returned it.
    “No, thank you, sub. Ramey, I will treasure you, this, always.” He leaned down and kissed his sub then got off the bed briefly to study the picture before him. He’d never seen anything sexier. Ramey’s body spread and stretched for his use, the look on Ramey’s face, his shining eyes and the smile still playing over his face.
    Harte approached the bed again, this time veering toward the conspicuous basket on the bedside table. Taking out a bottle of lube and a condom, he leaned over his sub. Dropping the lube on the bed, he covered his cock, watching Ramey’s eyes flash and seeing him lick his lips. He wanted that mouth on his cock, but there was plenty of time for that. Right now, he wanted that ass.
    Flipping the top off the bottle, he trailed a thin line from the head of Ramey’s cock to his ass. He spread the lube, hearing a strangled moan come from his lover, and grinned. “You have permission to speak, to scream, whatever you feel like, baby, but you don’t have permission to come, clear?”
    “Yes, my Master.”
    Slowly sliding a finger into Ramey’s ass, Harte wrapped his other hand around Ramey’s cock and gave him a slow squeeze from base to the red weeping head. Setting up a slow rhythm, he fucked Ramey first with one finger, then two, even as he kept stroking his cock.
    Ramey made incoherent sounds, turning his head from side to side as Harte kept stroking. Finally, he couldn’t take it any longer.
    Pushing Ramey’s legs up even higher, Harte eased his cock into his lover. Ramey shouted at the invasion, then met Harte’s eyes, pleading with them even as his whispered
    “please” reached Harte.
    “Not yet, baby. Hold on.” Seating his own throbbing cock in his sub, Harte withdrew almost all the way out then pushed back in. Setting up a hard, fast motion, he reached down to stroke Ramey again. He saw his sub pulling against the bindings on his wrists and knew the other man wasn’t going to last much longer. With a grin, he moved deeper, hitting Ramey’s sweet spot. Ramey screamed and Harte joined him, roaring, “Come now!”
    Ramey’s cum shot out of his cock, spurting up almost to his chin, and Harte felt his own cock explode inside the condom. Ignoring his own weak limbs, Harte pulled out and dealt with the condom. Then he quickly released Ramey from his bonds and wiped a warm wet cloth over his lover, cleaning him and calming him at the same time. Wrapping Ramey in his arms, Harte felt more at ease than he’d felt in a long time. As soon as Ramey’s breathing returned to normal, Harte rolled him to his back so he could see Ramey’s face.
    “Ramey? You okay?”
    “Yes, my Master. Thank you.” As Ramey gifted him with the sweetest possible kiss, Harte smiled against his mouth.
    “I love you, Ramey.”
    “What?” The shock on his face for the second time that night made Harte laugh.
    “Did you honestly think I was going to let you leave here tonight without knowing that? I love you. I know it’s sudden, and if you need more time…”
    “Oh hell no! I love you too!”
    Suddenly finding himself flat on his back with a very enthusiastic sub kissing him senseless, Harte knew he’d found everything he’d ever needed in one sexy package.
    About the Author
     
    Marilu Mann brings the steaminess of the Louisiana bayous to her books and she doesn’t stop there. Marilu’s willing to travel to the frozen tundra of Wisconsin to heat up those north-ern nights and melt a little snow. She’ll