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.Then he looked Mischa straight in the eyes and lowered himself on Mischa’s dick.When he was breached, he opened his mouth, but not a sound came out.Mischa moaned loud enough for them both and grabbed Tom’s hips.It was all very good to push a sub, but now Mischa wanted to fuck his boy.He pulled Tom’s hips down, forcing a groan out of his sub.Mischa did it again, and again, so turned on by his boy’s sounds.Mischa pulled Tom in so their upper bodies touched all the way and kissed him, pushing into Tom’s body.His boy was keening into Mischa’s mouth, the sub’s cock hard and wet between their stomachs.Mischa looked Tom straight in the eyes.“Come for me.” Then he grabbed the boy’s sore cheeks.Tom shouted, his come spraying their stomachs.The sound and the smell were too much for Mischa, and he came, too, pushing deep and moaning with the pleasure.They sat like that for a minute, trying to catch their breaths.Mischa kissed the boy, and then he smiled at Tom “Go get something to clean me up.”Tom pulled off Mischa’s dick, whimpering as he did so.Someone was going to be sore.Mischa smirked.He lay back on the bed, closing his eyes.Tom came back with a warm, wet towel and gently cleaned Mischa up.Mischa opened his eyes and watched his boy.Tom looked at peace, sitting on the edge of the bed.Mischa patted the mattress next to him.“Come here.”Tom immediately crawled into bed with him, sighing happily as the boy snuggled in.They could rest a little before Mischa would take Tom back.***“We need to talk.” Tom looked just a little apprehensive when he heard those words.Mischa bent and kissed him.“Don’t worry.It’s nothing bad, but I’m not going to do mind-blowing things to you and then kick you out of here just like that.”Tom nodded and followed Mischa to the couch without protesting.He didn’t seem happy, though.Because he had to leave? To his own surprise, Mischa found himself hoping that that was the reason.They had been pretty quiet while they cleaned up and had a late breakfast.It wasn’t an uncomfortable silence, but Mischa had a feeling that the thoughts were churning in Tom’s head.Then Mischa had told him to get dressed, and even though Tom had turned away, Mischa had seen how the boy’s face fell.Mischa sat down across from Tom, wanting him to feel free to speak.“So, how was your first meeting with real kink?”Tom hesitated.“I really liked it.God, that sounds stupid.” He looked down, fiddling with his hands.“I mean, it was a lot more than just ‘like,’ wasn’t it? And I hated you sometimes, and I cried.” He blushed at the memory of that.“I have no idea if I did things right.”Oh, there was no way Mischa could have a boy feeling alone and insecure like that.He went over and sat down next to Tom, pulling the boy into him.“You did fine.” Tom relaxed a little, leaning into him.“There are no rights and wrongs in this, of course.But you made me so hard, and you made me come.Several times.I think that counts as a success.” There was a bit more to it than that, but Mischa couldn’t admit that yet.Perhaps not even to himself.He got a little more serious.“But it wasn’t easy for you, was it?”Tom was silent.Mischa had a feeling that he was turning into the academic again, analyzing and weighing his words to get them just right.“No, it wasn’t.The funny thing is, though, that it wasn’t the difficult things that were most difficult.” Tom made an impatient gesture.“I’m not explaining myself properly.Let’s take the CBT.The pain was really bad, especially because it was my balls, you know? You’re just so vulnerable.But the hard part was trusting you enough to let go, to stop fighting to do everything right.That almost killed me.” Mischa rubbed his shoulders, but Tom hadn’t finished.“It was the same with the spanking.The most difficult thing was lying down.” He looked up at Mischa.“There was a line there.I mean, you had done the CBT to me, and even that last time, I could pretend that you had made me ask for it.If I lay down on your lap, then it was because I wanted it.Wanted a fucking spanking.And,” he hesitated, “because I wanted to submit to you.” Even now he blushed.“And I lay down.I still don’t know what that makes me.”“Very brave, for one.” This was the most intriguing person Mischa had met in a long time.Mischa found himself being more attracted to Tom for every new thing he learned about the man.That wasn’t necessarily a good thing.He had his principles about this.“And now I don’t know what to do.” Tom looked lost.“This was.This has changed me.” He took a deep breath.“I think I need this.”Mischa kissed him, fervently took his mouth.“You’re so fucking brave.It takes guts to realize this, you know?”Tom nodded, smiling weakly.“Yeah, I know.But what do I do now?”Mischa looked down, suddenly at a loss for what to say.It should be really easy; Mischa always let his boys go after one scene.But it wasn’t that simple this time.Mischa took a deep breath and spoke, choosing his words carefully.“Well, as I see it, you can do one of two things.One option is to go to the clubs or online and find yourself a Dom who can teach you more about this.”Tom nodded, not looking happy.Mischa took a deep breath.Not only subs had to put themselves on the line.“The other option is to meet up with me again.”A slow smile spread over Tom’s face.“You would do that?”“I would love that.You weren’t the only one who enjoyed your stay here.”Tom was beaming now.“Good.” He looked relieved, almost a little giddy.“So, you want to set up a new date?” Mischa pretended not to see the blush on Tom’s face when the boy realized the implication of his words.“What about next weekend? Then we can have a couple of days to play.That is, if you want to have a bit more time.” Blushing couldn’t be contagious.It just couldn’t.“It sounds good.I.I could come here Friday if you’d like? I have time to spare at the moment.” There, it was contagious.And they were behaving like fucking sixteen-year olds.If it weren’t so nerve wrecking, Mischa would have enjoyed the feeling of being young and stupid again.“It’s a deal.” Mischa got up and went for the car keys.“I have to take you back now if you want to prepare for your teaching.” Tom smiled and got up, just the hint of a strut in his walk as he went to the door.Mischa smacked his ass, hard.“Fuck!” Mischa laughed out loud at the outrage on Tom’s face.Then he leaned in, grabbing his boy’s sore ass and kissed Tom thoroughly.When he let go, Tom was hard and panting, looking completely dazed.“There,” Mischa said with a smirk.“Now you won’t forget me before Friday.”Chapter 4Tom had no idea why he was so nervous that he was just about to pee his pants.Okay, metaphorically so, but still.Anything else would just be gross, especially since he was standing on a very public street outside the café where they had met last time.Even the thought of spending three days -- three days! -- with Mischa made the butterflies do things in his stomach which sincerely made him believe that they had secretly transformed themselves into bats.Or seagulls.Yes; big, noisy seagulls who were trying to claw their way out of his stomach.If only he had been scared, then his nerves would at least make sense.But he wasn’t.A bit apprehensive, yes -- the last session with Mischa had been both painful and mind-blowing.It was more that last time had been so.Well, mind-blowing.How could this time live up to that at all? And would he be able to be the way Mischa expected him to be, to obey, to relax enough to.“Hi, Tom.” Suddenly Mischa stood in front of him, smiling.Tom blushed, feeling caught in the act.“Hi, Mischa.Good to see you again [ Pobierz całość w formacie PDF ]

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