The Hampton Road Club: Hesitant Heart Part 7

He grasped the base of Aaron's erection and guided it to his lips. The moment he had them encased around the spongy end, Aaron hissed and grabbed at the sheet. Sam lapped at Aaron's rigid flesh, swirling his tongue around it then seeking more of the liquid he'd tasted before by dipping into his slit.

"Ah, Jesus. So good, little Sam. You are so good."

Thrilled by Aaron's praise, he moved his hand up and down. He liked to do that to himself, so he was pretty sure that Aaron would like it too.

"Yes..."

Aaron's hips thrust gently into Sam's fist and he placed one hand on Sam's upper back, caressing and encouraging him. Aaron's movements increased in intensity and pace until in one swift action, Aaron yanked Sam off his c.o.c.k with one hand and grabbed his own erection with the other, pumping it furiously right above where Sam gripped him. Within seconds, a stream of Aaron's seed shot from him in three long arcs, splashing on his belly and upper thighs. Aaron slowed his strokes, panting and moaning softly as more of the creamy liquid dribbled down his length and over his fingers.

Sam watched in fascination. He'd never seen such a thing up close like that before. He'd always had to hide when he did it, and even then, he hadn't been able to get so near that he could stare at it when it happened. He noticed a dollop of Aaron's j.i.s.m on the hip that was closest to him. He'd kept his fingers wrapped around Aaron's softening erection because he wasn't ready to stop touching him yet, so he leaned down and lapped up the bit of spend while still holding on to his lover.

It was better than the clear stuff he'd tasted before. It was even better than when Aaron had kissed him with his own flavor in Aaron's mouth. Aaron's spend was still bitter, but it was combined with a pleasant saltiness. Sam decided he'd been right after all. Eating your partner's seed was best. After wiping his hand on the sheet, Aaron peeled Sam's fingers off his flaccid shaft then gathered Sam into a strong embrace. He kissed him again and again, kneading his body and stroking his back as he did. At last he broke the connection, gazing down at Sam through hooded eyes.

"Little Sam. My sweet, little Sam. All mine."

Petting Aaron back, Sam nodded his head.

"Yes, Aaron. All yours."

Aaron placed a small peck on the end of his nose.

"We need some rest-then we can have something to eat. After that, we can get to know one another some more."

Aaron ran a finger along Sam's brow then down his cheek. He ended by brushing it back and forth across his bottom lip.

"There's also another thing I need to explain. If you give yourself to me completely the way I desire, then there's something else I wish you to call me instead of Aaron."

"Okay. Whatever you want."

Aaron smiled lazily at him. "Mmm. Such a very good boy."

It was dark by the time Aaron stirred. He still cradled Sam in his arms, his body and mind awash in contentment stronger than he could ever remember. How had he lived his life so long without his sweet boy? Everything prior to the day he rescued Sam from his awful job at the bathhouse had seemed pointless and miserable.

That's because it was.

He owed Saul everything. His gut tightened at the thought that he'd almost allowed Sam to slip away. What would have happened to him? Would someone have used him, hurt him? He repressed a sob at the mere suggestion of it, clutching Sam tighter to his chest. Sam mumbled something and wriggled closer, reaching up to grasp Aaron's shoulder. He clung to Aaron as if he were Sam's lifeline.

"Are you hungry?"

Sam let go of his grip to rub a knuckle over one eye. Then he laid his hand on Aaron's chest.

"Yes. Are you hungry yet?"

"Shh. Don't worry about me. I do the worrying for the both of us."

"I don't want you to feel bad."

Aaron jostled him. "I only feel wonderful. If I need something from you, I'll let you know. No questioning, little Sam. We don't want to begin the punishments already."

Sam tensed in his embrace. Aaron had no desire to scare him, but there had to be clear boundaries in their relationship or else it would never work. That would only end up creating sadness for them both in the long run.

"Okay. I won't question, Aaron. Is it all right for me to tell you that I care about you?"

Aaron turned on his side and captured Sam's lips, kissing him thoroughly. Sam responded with eagerness, wrapping his limbs around Aaron and thrusting his tongue into Aaron's mouth with abandon. Aaron pulled away, rubbing his nose back and forth against Sam's.

"You can always tell me such things. I relish them." Aaron squeezed Sam before releasing him. He then rolled over to rise from the mattress. "Come on, let's get my boy fed."

They worked alongside one another in the kitchen preparing the food, an easy camaraderie that took Aaron by surprise. There was no longer any shyness in Sam. He'd seemed to accept his new role with glee. It occurred to Aaron that Sam must have been starved of affection for a very long time.

After they'd finished their meal and cleaned up, Aaron took Sam on a tour of the house to help put him further at ease. They remained unclothed, Aaron careful to keep the drapes tightly closed. Sam appeared comfortable with his own nudity without any qualms. When they reached Aaron's art studio, Sam made a sound similar to pleasure.

"Do you like it?"

"Oh, Aaron. It's so beautiful! Did you paint all of these?"

Sam hovered around each of the canvases that leaned against one side of the room. Many were stacked three or four deep and he could see that Sam was anxious to flip through them but didn't dare touch. He tried to peek around the sides, closing and unclosing his fists as if he were fighting the urge to grab.

Aaron laughed. "Go on then."

"Really?"

"I said so, didn't I?"

It was interesting to watch how careful Sam was with each one-how he treated the paintings as if they were made of the most delicate china. Sam pulled one out to examine it more closely. The picture was done in the usual palette of colors that he favored. Generally he worked in muted hues of brown, rust, reds and other earth tones. Once in a while there would be a pop of a deep green or jewel blue.

The portrait that Sam held pictured a lean young man bound with thin ropes that criss-crossed his entire body. He appeared to be lounging against some pillows, his restrained limbs bent slightly at his knees. His arms were stretched high above his head, his wrists tied together and attached to the tall headboard. Aaron knew that Sam would recognize the piece of furniture from the bedroom.

The focal point of the entire portrait was the man's erect, ruddy c.o.c.k that peeked out between the rope patterns that dug into his flesh. Aaron remembered the session well. It had been one of the few times a subject outside of a club had enjoyed his unusual erotic requirements. The man had even gladly let Aaron f.u.c.k him afterwards. There was a crease on Sam's brow and Aaron sensed distress emanating off his young lover.

Aaron moved behind Sam and placed his hands lightly on his shoulders.

"What's bothering you, Sam?"

Aaron reached around to pluck the lip that Sam was in the process of abusing from between his teeth.

"It's none of my business." His voice had sound defeated, almost heartbroken, as he set the painting down.

"None of that. Everything about me is your business from now on, the same as you are for me."

Sam twisted his head to peer up at him. "Is he someone you're going around with?"

Aaron bent down to wrap his arms around Sam. Dear Sam who sounded so sad.

"No. Not now and not then either. I told you before that I had no one. I paid this man to pose for me then we had s.e.x. That's it. I never saw him again."

"You didn't like him?"

"I've never found anyone I like as much as you."

Sam relaxed in his hold. "Oh." Sam looked up again. "Do you always pay people? You've never had a gentleman friend who wanted to go around with you without money?"

Aaron let go of Sam then gathered up his hand, lacing their fingers together. "Let's get another cream soda then sit on the couch. That way we can relax and I can answer all your questions."

Once they'd retrieved their drinks then settled on the velvet sofa, Sam started right back up again. Aaron could tell Sam was anxious about his place in Aaron's world.

"There's no one else?"

"No, Sam. Only you."

"And before?"

"I've tried a few times, but unfortunately, the men I would have wanted to explore a longer term relationship with didn't care for my other needs. And I was never fortunate enough to find a submissive man who wanted to be kept by me."

"Until me?"

Aaron smiled at the truth of Sam's statement.

"Not until you."

Sam seemed to ponder his words. He took a sip of his soda then leaned over to set it on the black lacquer coffee table. He snuggled up to Aaron.

"I'm sorry you've been so lonely. But I'm glad that I get to be the one going around with you now."

Aaron petted Sam's hair. "Me too."

They sat in silence for a few moments before Sam piped up again.

"So is that what you do for your living? You sell paintings?"

"Oh my, no. Well, let me clarify. I do sell these paintings at times to interested, like-minded men, but more often than not I trade them for the use of the sadom.a.s.o.c.h.i.s.tic clubs I belong to around the world. Sometimes I give them as gifts."

"You couldn't sell them to other places?"

Aaron choked on his soda. He decided to set it down before he spilled it everywhere. "Good Lord, no. I'd be arrested."

"But how do you make money? You seem to have really nice things. My father is a lawyer. He also invests in stocks, but I'm not sure I really understand what that's all about."

"I come from a very wealthy family in Philadelphia. There's only me, my dear mother, and my sister who are left. I have a rather large trust fund that I draw from which allows me the ability to travel and indulge in my pleasures."

"And to paint beautiful pictures?"

"How flattering of you. I'm glad you like them because I would like to paint many of you. As a matter of fact, only of you from now on."

Sam beamed at him. "Thank you, Aaron. Thank you so much, I can't wait. I love the way you paint. You make the pictures so that you can tell what it is but it's not exactly like real life."

"That's called Impressionism. I spent some time in Paris where it was once popular, but it has fallen away as of late to a style called Surrealism." Aaron shrugged. "While I do appreciate the unbridled lack of constraints of the method, there isn't enough beauty or flow to the form for my taste. Painting used to be my only source of joy and Surrealism doesn't offer that to me."

He caught Sam regarding him with a happy smile. Aaron was pleased it seemed as though Sam had figured out that he was Aaron's new source of joy.

"There is one thing I want to bring up tonight." Aaron paused, wondering how his words would be received. "Now that we've agreed on a relationship where you submit to me and I dominate you, there is the matter of the proper way in which you would address me. You've always called me 'Sir' at the bathhouse. Were you comfortable with that?"

"Sure." Sam bowed his head. "It seems kind of funny to call you Aaron."

Aaron nodded, pleased. "Very good. Then for now, you will refer to me as Sir."

"For now?"

"Eventually, when the time is right, I'll want you to call me something else."

Aaron fought the urge to chuckle as he watched the host of emotions that flitted across Sam's face. He was undoubtedly bursting to find out what else he would call Aaron in the future. His boy was doing a commendable job of not questioning Aaron's decision.

"Are we clear then?"

Sam nodded then appeared to remember. "Yes, Sir."

"Good. The sooner you're properly trained, the sooner I can show you off at the club."

Sam wiggled on the couch, worry creasing his brow.

"What scares you, little Sam?"

"There are so many things I don't understand yet."

Aaron caressed his cheek and Sam closed his eyes, nuzzling his hand.

"But you trust me?"

"Yes, Sir, I do."

"Very good, sweet Sam."

After taking another kiss then pulling Sam onto his lap, he wrapped his arms around his lover. The first press of his lips to Sam's earlier that day had been a revelation. He would crave Sam's soft kisses from that moment forward. Aaron's d.i.c.k lengthened, but he didn't want to overwhelm him. Sam must have noticed.

"Can we put our mouths on each other's parts again, Sir?"

Inwardly laughing, he worked to maintain his composure. "That sounds wonderful. After tonight though, you'll only come when I say. I control your body. You are here for my pleasure to do with as I wish."

Aaron noted the flush of Sam's skin, his slender c.o.c.k swelling. His boy wanted to be under Aaron's command.

"Before we play with one another's 'parts', I need to teach you a few more words you can use to describe this enjoyable bit of your anatomy."

Aaron gently squeezed Sam's hardened shaft for emphasis and delighted in his boy's enthusiastic response as he flushed more, writhing and whimpering in Aaron's arms. Sam was so sensual, so greedy in his desires. He was perfect.