Jerry's POV

At the base of my throat, the warmth of the collar was a comfort. It was a weird, because I would've thought that such a possessive thing would've made me feel vulnerable. Instead, it felt like a piece of Robert near me.

I kissed the man before me, taking my time and letting him lead. It was slower than the night before, and therefore much more intimate. My heart beat quicker and I reached up to grab him.

What surprised me, though, was Robert removing my hands from his chest and pinning them behind my back. I pulled away and stared into his playful smirk.

And shit, those blue eyes were so gorgeous.

"You ready to play, boy?" he asked, voice low with lust.

All I could do was nod.

Apparently, that wasn't that Master Robert wanted. He reached up and clasped my chin, giving me a scathing look. "Jerry, Jerry. Even horny young women reading Fifty Shades knows that all submissive should answer verbally."

All it took was that look from him — a mixture of scolding and hunger — and a switch flipped inside of me. Any quick comeback, catchy reference, or stupid joke that I usually had died on my tongue completely.

All I was left with was the desire to do what he wanted.

"I'm sorry," I nearly whispered. "I want to."

This was all new to me, so there was still a feeling of uncertainty there. As if he could read my mind, Robert silenced those insecurities with a sweet kiss on my nose and a smile. "Don't be sorry, sweet boy."

He let my arms go and I gasped a little. Already, even though we'd hardly done anything, my focus was all on him. And my sensitivity was rising alongside my arousal.

"What would you like to try, sweetheart?" Master Robert asked, gesturing to the room. "You can pick out anything. You can pick an item on the wall, or a piece of furniture in the room. Whatever you'd like."

A cheeky part of me wanted to pick the hot tub. But a more dominant part of me was genuinely curious for what would happen during a scene.

Besides, Robert and I would be playing for a while. The bratty and cheeky side could come out later. For now, I wanted to be good.

I thought about what I really wanted, but nothing in particular came to mind. I didn't want to try a specific item, I wanted to experience a certain feeling.

Finally, I met his eyes. "I want you to put me on my knees, or in your lap, or wherever you think that I'll feel...I guess, like I'm smaller than you. Or... like you're in charge."

Master Robert smirked. "I like that a lot, sweet boy. I think every submissive feels that way best when they're on their knees."

I didn't need him to tell me twice. With all the grace of a stumbling baby deer, I managed to hunker down to my knees before him. Master Robert was a tall man already, usually towering over me, but when I was on my knees the effect was intensified. He reached down and tilted my chin upwards, forcing me to look at him.

"Close your eyes," he said, an edge to his voice and made me obey in an instant. "Good boy."

A beat of silence, and a light kiss was being pressed to my lips. I smiled into our kiss.

"I'm going to take this off, even though you look incredible in it," Master Robert said, tugging at the bottom of my shirt. I raised my arms and let him tug it over my head. "I want you to focus on my voice and that's all."

Right when I was tuning into what he was about to say next, he was silent except for soft footsteps. It sounded like he was taking off his shoes and gathering supplies, but I wasn't sure. After a few seconds of trying hard to listen, I chose to let it go and focus inward.

I found that comfortable place from last night, where my muscles relaxed and I felt like I was floating. Master Robert's voice cut through the silence with a gruff, "Come here, boy. I want you to crawl to me, okay?"

A shot of arousal accompanied his request— well, actually, his order. I dropped my palms to the cold ground and let myself move slowly, arching my back with each movement forward.

I wasn't sure exactly where he was, because I kept my eyes firmly shut, but I moved in the direction that I expected him to be in. There was a moment when he had been silent for a while, and I'd been crawling for a few seconds, when I wondered where he was and if he'd let me collide with something.

It was in that very moment of doubt that a soft jerk to the ring on my collar directed me closer.

I settled myself in between his spread knees and he moaned his approval. "Beautiful, boy. Just beautiful. Open that pretty mouth for me."

I obeyed without even questioning. I sunk deeper into that space of calm, where the only thing that existed was Master Robert's voice. I expected, hoped, to feel his thick cock on my tongue. Sadly, I was met with his fingers.

I must've whined, because he chuckled. "Not yet, baby. Get these nice and wet for me and maybe I'll think about letting you suck me."

I closed my mouth around his fingers, letting my tongue press against the pads. I wanted to do good, so he'd let me suck him off.

Once Master Robert deemed it good enough, he reached down and I was being lifted over his lap. "Good boy," he cooed, rubbing my ass. "Get comfy."

It sounded a little teasing, but I positioned myself so that my hips and stomach were supported by his spread legs. My arms found there way to the arm of the couch.

Master Robert tugged the zipper of my shorts and peeled them over my ass. My cock pulsed with the vulnerability of the gesture; there was something infinitely more sexy with my ass exposed to him in such a position.

The shorts were pulled to my thighs, keeping my legs closed tight. Robert rubbed his hand over my ass and pressed a finger against my hole.

I'd kept my eyes closed so far, but I gasped and my lashed fluttered. His hand rested at the base of my neck, right over the collar, and he gave a small squeeze. "Don't open your eyes. I won't remind you again."

My cock throbbed and my ass tingled, craving a spanking. "I'm sorry," I blurted out before I could think twice.

Master Robert pressed two fingertips in an out of my hole gently, massaging the muscle there. "Again with 'sorry'. You're polite like this."

He didn't say it like it was better, just like it was an observation.

Cold liquid at my hole made me jump, so Master Robert steadied me with a hand on my upper back. "Easy, sweet boy. I've got you."

I relaxed back into his touch and Master Robert pushed both fingers inside, slowly pressing me open. The pressure was uncomfortable at first, so I took breaths and relaxed. I let him open me up, slowly and gently, and I slipped deeper into submission with every second.

"Good boy, open up for me," Master Robert cooed, pulling his fingers out. They were replaced with a toy that was hard and cold, and he was less gentle this time around. He slowly pushed the toy in, and I tried to push back and take it in deeper. He steadied me with a hand to my back. "Easy, boy. I got you, okay? Let me do the work."

I settled down and the plug was finally fully seated in my ass. I moved, only slightly, and it send sparks through me that made me shiver. Without realizing it, I moaned loudly.

A sharp smack made me gasp. "Quiet," he commanded, and I closed my mouth. "Good boy."

Except then he was evil. He took the base of the plug and wiggled it, sending waves of pleasure through my entire body. I bit my lip as hard as I could, but a low hum of pleasure escaped.

Another sharp smack cut through the pleasure. "What did I just say to you, boy?"

I whimpered into the arm of the couch. This game was rigged against me.

This time, I held iron-strong when Master Robert moved the toy. He made a pleased noise when I managed to keep quiet.

"Good boy. That was a lovely job." He rubbed his hand over my ass. "I want you to try to be as quiet as possible as I spank you. For every noise you make, that's the amount of minutes you're going to wear a leash attached to that collar tonight."

The moment he said the words, the reality of them hit me. He'd be able to lead me where ever he went. Everyone would know who I belonged to. Aidan and Finn would be next to us, with me attached by a string to Master Robert's hand.

Fuck. I was gonna moan the whole goddamn time.

Except, as much as I wanted it, obedience kept my mouth wired shut with his first spank. The shock of pain was brief, but it built up my arousal. A few more and I was fine, but then Robert started building his strength. Soon, I was moaning with nearly every strike.

Warmth had blossomed across my ass that left me sensitive to the air around me and to each new spank. The pain took me deeper into that submissive mindset, which made it harder to hold back.

"Good boy, you did a very good job," Robert cooed, brushing back my hair and rubbing my ass. "You may open your eyes now, sweetness."

I opened my eyes and the room was too bright. There were too many details and I wanted to close my eyes. Worse still, my sweet sense of security completely faded away, leaving me splayed open with a burning ass.

"Was I good?" I asked, voice rough.

Robert flipped me around and cradled me in his arms. He kissed me sweetly. "Yes, boy, you were perfect. Would you like to come now? You've been hard for so long."

It was true. I'd been erect for so long it felt like a new limb. "Yes, please. Could you fuck me?"

Robert's breath skipped for just a second, blue eyes darkening. "Oh, absolutely, boy. Turn over."

I wasted no time in following my new order. I braced my elbows on the arm of the couch and waved my ass in his face. Master Robert pulled the large plug out and, after pausing to roll on a condom and some lube, pushed his cock inside.

Distantly, I wondered if I should ask if these moans counted. Deciding that they probably didn't, I let out continuous high-pitched moans and words of pleasure. Robert sank inside me completely, gripped my hips, and began pounding into me with no mercy.

Each thrust hit my already-sensitive ass, making me cry out. He fucked me hard enough to ride the line of pleasure and pain, leaving me breathless. It took hardly any time at all before I was spilling out all over the couch, Master Robert hardly lasting longer.

He pulled out and left me aching all over, from the spankings, his fucking, and holding an awkward position for so long. And then he pulled a blanket out of nowhere at wrap around me, pressing soft kissed to my face.

I opened my eyes to see Robert's affection-filled blue eyes and his kind smile. "You're incredible, Jeremy. Are you tired? We can sleep here instead."

I was tired, but I only needed a bit of a rest. Robert had promised me something.

I smirked at him. "Maybe we can shower in your bathroom and cuddle for just a little bit. But I think I have some minutes to cash out on."

Robert folded me into his arms and I instantly became the most comfortable burrito in the entire world. Even with most of my body aching, I felt cared for and comfortable in my own skin. My mind was soft at the edges, with my anxiety and fears dulled.

The feeling was amazing. Finn had never told me that submission felt this good.

Robert and I showered and napped for hardly more than thirty minutes, and I was blessed with a short leather leash to attach to my collar. That night, I felt closer to him than ever. Maybe it was a combination of the high from our scene and the actual length of the leash, but I loved the feeling.

And seeing the delighted and jealous look on Finn's face was pretty awesome too.