BDSM Manor Ch. 14: Falling

Literotic asexstories – BDSM Manor Ch. 14: Falling by emilyagilbert,emilyagilbert
Rules of BDSM Manor – safety, respect, and consent.

Note to reader: You will get more from these characters if you read the stories in order, but it’s not compulsory.

Tess-O’Meter — Green

-X

I knew I was in hospital before I opened my eyes.

There is a smell and an unnaturally bright light that irritates. Then there’s the squeak as people walk and the hushed voices as they speak.

Oh, and the ever present non bird-like cheepy cheep of bleepers going off and doors carelessly slamming shut.

I sighed and forced my heavy eyes open, ready to face the music.

Three people were stood watching me.

First was a doctor, the scrubs and the stethoscope half hanging out of her pocket provided a clue. A tidy brunette, her hair in a long tail down her back.

She was watching me with an expression of concerned expectation. On her top was a large yellow badge with ‘Hello, my name is Dr Price’ in clear black letters.

Next to her was my friend Casey. Something about her seemed different. Like she had lost weight or changed her hair. She looked tired, which may have been the issue. Her expression was a little teary eyed and worried.

Next to Casey was a tall, slender, scruffy but extremely handsome young man in ancient jeans and a tee shirt which was tight enough that I could make out the definition of what looked like very lickable abs.

Well, hello there, my name is Leslie. Yum!

The expression in his eyes, which were the darkest blue I’ve ever seen, was fear.

Which was odd. I’m used to inspiring wariness and respect, but not fear. Not even during play do people fear me.

“Hi?” I offered to all three of them.

Casey clearly wanted to speak but turned to look at Dr Price, who stepped forward a little.

“Leslie. Good evening. My name is Dr Susan Price. You’ve had a bit of an accident.”

“Okay?”

“I just need to ask you a few initial questions if that’s alright.”

“Sure.”

“Can you tell me your full name, date of birth, address?”

Dr Price read through a folder in front of her as I rattled through my details, smiling when I added my star sign, blood type and gym membership number. Casey rolled her eyes.

“Okay, that’s great. Can you tell me what day it is?”

“Yes it’s, um.” No, I couldn’t. I frowned and rubbed my forehead, switching to my right hand as my left was connected to a drip.

“Don’t worry, nothing to worry about,” Dr Price reassured me.

“What happened? What sort of accident?”

Dr Price gave Casey a friendly nod.

“You got clonked by a golf ball,” Casey told me.

“What the hell? I hate golf!”

Casey laughed, “You weren’t playing, you were there for a meeting. Some kid took a swing in the car park.”

“Jesus Christ,” I muttered.

“How bad is the headache?” Dr Price asked, “Out of ten.”

“Six,” I offered.

“Eight to nine,” Casey told Dr Price.

“Casey!” She just glared at me.

“Good job I came prepared,” Dr Price smiled, and programmed something into a machine next to my bed, she was looking at me thoughtfully.

Walking back around the bed she said, “That will feel better in a few minutes. Leslie, can you tell me? Do you recognize this man?”

She gestured towards the guy still hovering by Casey.

“Um. No, sorry have we met?” I asked him, surprised at the flash of pain that crossed his face.

“Oh God!” Casey said.

Dr Price stepped forward, forcing them both to step back a little.

“It’s fine. Not unexpected at all. Leslie you’ve been unconscious for a couple of days. A little bit of confusion is to be expected.”

“What was I? In a coma?”

“Not really. You just didn’t wake up,” she said. Completely confusing me as I thought that pretty much was a coma.

At that point there was a tap on the door, and I heard my cousin’s voice asking, “Too many people?”

“No, one more is fine for a couple of minutes,” Dr Price ushered Casey and ‘hot as fuck guy’ back to their chairs and Sadie came in.

“He’ll be sleeping soon,” Dr Price told Sadie, “Don’t worry if it’s sudden.”

“I’m not sleepy,” I protested, but she just smiled at me as Sadie perched on the bed.

“How are you feeling?” she asked, kissing my cheek.

“Not sleepy,” I said and winced, when had I turned into a ten-year-old brat. “Sorry.”

Sadie rubbed my wrist, “It’s okay, you must have a killer headache.

Dammit, I was starting to feel sleepy now.

“Sadie don’t forget I’m a donor,” I reminded her urgently.

She reared back, her eyes opening in shock, “What?”

“We really don’t need to worry about that,” Dr Price said, moving forward again, “You would be in ICU if that was an issue.”

“Jesus, Leslie,” Sadie was distressed.

“Sorry, I didn’t mean to upset you,” I squeezed her hand gently, relieved when she squeezed back, “Sorry, Sadie, that was clumsy, but it is important to me.”

I looked at Dr Price, “I didn’t mean anything bad, it’s just with Sadie being my next of kin.”

“What? I’m not your next of kin.”

“Of course you are.”

“No!”

Dr Price held up a hand, “Ms Morgan, Sadie. It seems like Leslie is having a little memory lapse, which as I’ve already warned all of you is not unexpected.” She turned and looked at me, adding gently, “Nothing at all to be concerned about at this stage.”

She nodded at Sadie who glanced at Casey and mystery (can you all please leave so I can bend him over my bed?) man, before taking a deep breath.

“Leslie. Honey. I’m not your next of kin. Your husband is.”

I just stared at her. I mean. What the what?

“You’re married. You and Alex. He’s your next of kin,” she said very slowly and carefully.

“I’m married?”

She nodded.

“Since when?”

“Err,” Sadie looked at the ceiling, “Couple of years, ish. Um.”

“Two years, and fifteen days,” said cute guy.

“What he said,” Sadie hooked her thumb at him.

I looked at the guy, maybe early thirties, “We’re married?”

“Yep!”

“To each other?”

He grinned, throwing out dimples that made my stomach do a strange swoopy thing, “Yep, to each other.”

“Wow. You’re really fucking hot!”

Now he laughed, doing delightful things to my chest.

I blinked a few times and looked at Sadie ready with another question.

For some reason she was swaying on the bed.

“He’s going,” Dr Price said to her.

“I’m not sleep-.”

-X

When I next woke up I was hungry, and it was clearly daytime.

Dr Price was reading my notes. Her hair and clothes were different. So it was obviously a new day.

Alex, whose clothes were the same, just more rumpled, was sat having a quiet, intense conversation with a very pretty young Asian girl. She looked familiar, but I couldn’t place her.

“Good morning, Dr Price,” I said. She looked up and smirked at me, pulling her yellow badge from her pocket, and pinning it back on.

“Very clever,” she said and pointing at Alex she just raised a brow.

“Alex,” I said, “Two years, and fifteen days. No wait, sixteen days, right?”

“Excellent, and?” she pointed at the young lady who moved forward and gave me a quick hug.

“Hi, Leslie. Do you remember me?”

“No, I’m sorry,” I admitted. “But I feel like I should?”

It was like a catch at the edge of my mind. It slipped away when Alex cursed but Dr Price patted his arm in reassurance.

“Please try not to worry,” she looked at me, “We’re trying to get an idea of how far back the memory loss goes.”

“I’m Keira,” the young lady said, “We’re good friends.”

“I’m sorry, Keira,” I said, my head giving a nasty throb.

“Don’t be,” she said giving my hand a squeeze, “I’m sure it’s only temporary.”

“It’s certainly too soon to be concerned,” Dr Price said, which I thought was side stepping the issue a bit.

“I don’t suppose you remember Pamela?” Alex asked me.

“At work? Yes of course.”

Alex grabbed his phone and glanced at Dr Price, “Pamela is Leslie’s PA. She’s worked for him for years. Leslie, what’s the last project you remember working on?”

“Maxington’s bank,” I answered without hesitation. It was driving me crazy so I should know.

Alex stepped outside and I could just make out his voice and Dr Price asked more questions and Keira answered a few of mine. She seemed really nice, but cautious in her answers, which made me think I knew her from the manor.

Alex stepped back in looking pale, “The Maxington’s bank project was completed almost nine years ago,” he said.

My hand trembled in Keira’s. Nine years?

“I’ve lost nine years?” I looked at Dr Price.

“Temporarily,” Keira said with a determined look on her face.

“Not unexpected, you need to rest,” Dr Price insisted.

I found myself staring at Alex. A stranger who was also my husband.

He gazed back for a moment a combination of sympathy and nerves in his eyes, but then walked forward and gripped my shoulder.

“Temporarily,” he agreed with Keira.

Jesus. I surely hoped so.

-X

That afternoon Sadie and John arrived, and John immediately sent the still hovering Alex home.

“Alex, you look like crap. Sadie take him back to the apartment, feed him, chuck him in the shower and make him take a nap. Then bring him back.”

“I don’t need a nap,” Alex said testily.

“That grumpy face says you do!”

Alex rolled his eyes and cursed. I sat and watched; fascinated, and amused.

“Why don’t you take him so I can talk with Leslie?” Sadie asked.

“I want to talk with Leslie,” John told her, “Plus I don’t trust myself to be alone with Alex, you know what will happen,” he gave Alex an exaggerated salacious leer which made Alex’s pout turn to another eye roll and grin.

“Wait. What?” I asked, “You and Alex?”

“Many, many times,” John said sitting on the edge of my bed and waving Sadie and Alex away, “Piss off you two, we’ll see you later.”

I must have looked concerned because Alex came over and gave me a quick hug before he let Sadie pull him from the room, “I’ll just be a couple of hours, I should probably shower and change.” He glanced between me and John, “It’s all good, I promise.”

“Okay,” I managed weakly.

“Get out of here before I lose all control,” John joked and Alex just grinned at him, muttering, “Idiot!” fondly as he left.

“He loves me,” John advised, smirking at me.

“Apparently so?”

“Oh not like that, ewugh, weird. I mean like friends. The sex is just for fun and always at your command.”

“What?” I was stuttering now, “I married a sub?”

John was laughing. Thoroughly enjoying himself, the bastard.

“No, Leslie. You married your slave.”

I dropped my head into my hands, “This makes no sense.”

I had never expected to marry. I’ve dated a couple of doms, but two dominants in a relationship never really clicked for me, I always felt like there could be no power balance, and we would both need to go elsewhere for our needs.

That’s fine for fun and sex when you have a kinky lifestyle like mine and a facility like the manor, but not for emotional needs. There are two people in a marriage and those two people should be committed to each other.

But to marry a submissive slave? And if John’s taken him then Alex must be a sex slave and into pain, how could that ever work?

“John, this makes no sense. What kind of relationship can this be?”

“You and Alex are awesome together,” John said quietly.

“But how can I be married to a sub, to a slave. Where’s the equality?”

“Jesus, you really have regressed haven’t you?”

“Hey!”

“Listen up,” John said, his tone making me feel like a kid again.

“I understand that this must be somewhere between disconcerting and fucking terrifying, but trust me when I say, you and Alex are equals. He’s an amazing young man and you know better than to think submissives are weak. Their ability to give themselves entirely into another’s hands makes them stronger than we will ever be.”

“I get that but,” John just held up a hand to stop me.

“I had my doubts, I’m not going to deny, but the two of you. You just work. Alex is a full partner in the manor now as well, since you married.”

“He is?”

“We gave him the estate tenants!”

“That’s just evil.”

John laughed, “I know right. Endless complaints. Sadie was convinced they would eat him alive, but he’s really good. No pushover, thinks outside the box and he’s fair.”

Dr Price came in at that point and cut our conversation short, but John leaned close and told me, “Trust him. You couldn’t have chosen a better, or better matched, life partner.”

I nodded, as Dr Price was watching, but John understood. I would trust John with my life, which meant I would also trust Alex. Or do my best to be open minded at least.

“Everything okay?” Dr Price asked.

“We’re good. I’m just helping Leslie negotiate the bizarreness of being married to someone he doesn’t remember.”

She half laughed, acknowledgement of the strangeness of the situation.

“You’re Sadie’s husband, right?”

“Partner. John, Hi.”

“Partner, sorry.”

“No problem. So can I spring this one yet?”

I pulled a face, but her next words surprised me.

“Actually, that’s what I came to talk about.”

“What? Really? I can leave?”

Dr Price pulled over a chair and sat down. “There isn’t any medical need to keep you here, at this point you’re just bed blocking. I’ll give you some instructions and a few things to look out for, but really there’s no reason you can’t continue to recover at home.”

“But my memory?”

“Don’t push it. You need to rest and take it easy for a couple of weeks. Sleep when you need to, take the painkillers if you need to, meet people but mostly just relax. If in a couple of weeks you still have this gap, or only patchy recovery, we will discuss the next step.”

Dr Price instructed a nurse to start the discharge and then talked John and I through the care plan. She then went off and called Alex to talk him through the plan while I got dressed and waited for some medication.

There really wasn’t any point in Alex coming all the way back just to take me home.

It took another four hours, but finally I walked into my apartment.

Just strange.

It wasn’t completely different, but there were a lot of changes.

Alex was in the kitchen cooking and chatting to Sadie who was sat at the counter drinking wine.

The kitchen looked exactly the same.

“Why don’t you look around a bit?” Sadie suggested, as Alex eyed me nervously while pretending to concentrate on cooking.

“Hmmm, thanks,” I accepted a glass of water from John (Dr Price had forbidden alcohol for now) and wandered.

“Carpet’s new.”

“It’s exactly the same as the old carpet,” Sadie commented.

“Yep, but better condition,” I crossed the room,” Why is this couch so big?”

“It’s a sex couch!” John offered.

“It’s like a mile long.”

“Alex is a mile long; you needed a bigger couch!”

John’s comment made Alex blush which struck me as completely adorable.

“How tall are you?” I asked.

“Six-four.”

I eyed the couch again and grinned before wandering over to some framed pictures on a shelf.

“Hey, is this the Kostantina? She’s finished?”

John came over and stood with me as I gazed at the photograph. It was me and Alex, both tanned and super smiley sat on the back platform of a boat in diving gear, squinting in the sun.

I was as fascinated by the happy smiles as much as by the little I could see of the boat.

“Yea you finished the yacht,” John told me, “That’s from your honeymoon. The Kostantina does really well.”

“We look so happy,” I mumbled, before Alex called across.

“There’s a better picture of the Kostantina in there,” and pointed at the spare room.

I walked into what had been a spare room (Okay, this apartment is pretty spacious) and was shocked to find myself walking into a well set up office.

There was a desktop with five screens and two keyboards, equipment I had no clue about and on the far side of the large room a small sofa looking out over the park and a double bed. A door led to a small bathroom.

John followed me in and spoke quietly, “When Alex moved in you set this up as a workspace and a little flat within a flat. You were concerned that working and living here, being your slave and your boyfriend would be unhealthy for him.”

“So this is Alex’s space?”

“Very much so.”

“Good.”

John smiled, “Behind you,” he said, and I turned to see a wonderful photograph of the Kostantina at anchor, surrounded by turquoise waters in a beautiful bay.

“Oh, wow. She’s gorgeous.”

“Yes she is,” John agreed.

We went out and Alex grinned at me, “Cool picture, huh?”

“Yea, wow.”

“You like Alex’s rooms?” Sadie asked.

I nodded, “Yea, you work mostly from home?”

“Yep.”

John helped himself to some more wine, “He only sleeps there when you have a fight.”

“Do not,” Alex protested and threw some carrot peel at him.

John just laughed.

“Actually, he only sleeps there when you are away. He was meant to sleep there when you had flu a couple of months ago, but he actually slept in the chair in your room and just rucked up the duvet to make Sadie think he had been getting proper rest.”

Alex’s stared at John in astonishment even as Sadie slapped his arm, “You promised me you were getting some sleep.”

“How do you even know that?” Alex demanded, “Have you got cameras in here or something.”

John just winked.

“Why do you sleep down here when I’m away?” I asked him.

Alex shrugged, looking embarrassed. “It’s only a couple of times when I’ve had work and haven’t been able to come with you. I miss you too much if I try and sleep in our bed.”

“Awwwwww!” John teased, and this time Alex threw half a pepper at him.

I laughed and went to sit on the stool next to Sadie, but a wall of pictures that had been behind me caught my eye.

I was there in an instant.

They were placed to be seen from the kitchen. An area I suspected we spent a lot of time.

It was our wedding.

It looked so beautiful, but I struggled to tear my gaze away from the central and largest print.

It was a kissing shot. Lips just meeting in a tender kiss that no doubt turned filthy in seconds. Our lips were just slightly parted, like we were breathing each other in. We were slightly smiling, and petals were falling through the air behind us, lit up in the sun.

It took my breath away.

“Hungry?” Alex asked quietly and I turned and slipped onto the stool.

“Yea,” I whispered, half to myself as he dished up the food.

I realized how hungry when we all dug into the fragrant veggie stir fry and I lifted the chopsticks to my lips for the first taste.

“Okay, I get it now,” I moaned around the first bite.

“Get what?”

“Why I married you. I thought it might have been to get my hands on that cute ass, but now I know. It’s for your cooking.”

Alex let out a delighted belly laugh, then gave me a flirtatious look from under his lashes. “Trust me, you didn’t need to marry me to get your hands on my ass!”

I grinned back, enjoying him.

The meal was delicious, but I was swaying on the stool by the time Alex was making coffee and my cousin sent me to my bed.

“Go on up, Leslie. We will see you tomorrow. You’re knackered.”

“Yea, I guess I’ll jump in the shower then crash,” I said, and slipping off the stool I hugged Sadie goodnight before heading up to the second level.

Half an hour later I was sat up in bed, freshly showered and trying to focus on my e-reader. Feeling unsettled and waiting for some painkillers to kick in.

Alex came in, “They’ve gone. Did you take your painkillers?”

“Yes, Mum!”

He smirked and went into the bathroom. I sat and tried to imagine him flossing. Mainly to try and deflate my hard-on.

It didn’t work.

Alex wandered back out of the bathroom flickering the light off and walking to the other side of the bed. Then he stopped and just looked at me.

“What’s wrong?” I asked.

“I can sleep downstairs if you want.”

I frowned at him, “I thought we were supposed to be married. Why would you want to sleep downstairs?”

“I just don’t want you to be uncomfortable,” Alex said quietly.

“I’m not uncomfortable,” I lied.

Alex nodded, obviously not fooled, and then shot me a saucy look, “I sleep naked.”

“Finally, some good news!” I deadpanned and smiled when Alex cracked up.

Then catching his tongue between his teeth he worked his T-shirt up and over his torso.

Without looking away from him, I reached back and turned my reading light up a bit.

Alex snorted when the shirt came over his head and he realized what I had done. I just grinned.

Giggling he tugged his sweatpants down a little at a time, bit by bit exposing more of hips and lower stomach, until I could start to make out soft looking, curly fair hairs leading to the base of his cock.

Then he winked and turned his back, wiggling his ass and easing the waist band down.

“Fucking tease,” I complained.

Alex laughed so hard he had to sit on the bed, effectively ending the striptease.

He tugged the sweatpants over his ankles and then briefly stood to pull the covers back. I caught a quick glimpse of a softish semi. What looked like a very nice package.

“I guess cleaning your teeth wasn’t all you were doing in the bathroom then?”

Alex grinned as he slipped between the sheets, “Should I have asked permission?”

“Actually, if what John tells me is true, then yes, you probably should have!”

We grinned at each other for a moment or two but then it got awkward, so we broke eye contact.

I shut down my book (my head was hurting too much anyway) but didn’t turn off the light. Just stared into space. I could feel Alex watching me.

I glanced at him. Dark concerned eyes. Then looked away and sighed.

“Hey,” Alex reached out and gave my arm a gentle squeeze, “Talk to me.”

“It’s just. Odd,” I managed. Alex just waited.

“I was talking to John. He said he thought I must be somewhere between disconcerted and fucking terrified.”

I could see Alex nodding out of the corner of my eye. “I’m hitting freaked out and scared,” he said, “I honestly think it’s too early for fucking terrified yet.”

I turned to look at him and he gave me an encouraging smile, only a little wobbly.

“I’m scared,” I whispered. “I don’t like this at all.” I pressed my fingers to my stinging eyes.

“Okay then, how’s this for a plan?” Alex said, pumping the pillows behind him and leaning back. The sheets were gathered around his waist. Lots of smooth, lightly tanned skin on display.

“Let’s be scared together, then it won’t be so bad,” he said, then held his hands up. “Turn the light off and come in here.”

I looked at him for a moment.

“Okay,” I sniffed and turned off the light.

“Okay,” I said again as I moved towards him in the dark.

Alex’s arms came around me and pulled me in as I leaned against him, my head on his chest. He stroked my back slowly for a few minutes and I listened to his steady heartbeat, feeling myself calm a little.

“Better?” he asked after a few minutes.

I snuggled closer, deeper into his arms. Our legs entwined, I tucked my nose into his neck and his hand moved to tangle in my hair. Soothing and calming.

That was better. It felt both strange and familiar.

“Uh huh,” I mumbled. Already falling into a doze as Alex tugged the sheets up over us.

-X

I woke late the next morning. Probably for the best. I felt better, but the last nine years were still a blank.

When I wandered, still yawning, downstairs I could hear voices from Alex’s office.

I made coffee and toast and stood looking out of the window while I ate.

“You’ll get indigestion.”

“Old wives tale,” I said before turning, “Oh, Hey.”

“Leslie, this is Karen. You have met but not very often.”

“Right,” I shook hands, “The two of you work together?”

The petite blonde smiled at me, “Yea, we joined forces. Seemed sensible.” Her expression turned serious, “I’m sorry about what happened.”

I shrugged, “I’m trying not to panic. The doc seems to not be concerned yet, so I’m following her lead.”

“Sensible,” Karen agreed, “Sounds a bit like a soap opera though.” She grinned when I laughed, “Well, it’s good to see you. Hopefully by the next time you’ll be back to your normal self.”

“Debonair, charming, and irresistible?” I asked.

Karen laughed and kissed my cheek, “Oh, you’re still all that.” She gave Alex a quick hug and left. He just shook his head at me.

“What?”

“Just can’t help yourself!”

I smiled and carried on munching my toast.

“Any plans?” Alex asked.

“I thought I would go for a walk. Not too far,” I reassured him when he frowned.

“I can come with you.”

“You could. Or you could accept that I’m a big boy and use the couple of hours to catch up on work.”

“Basically you want some ‘me time’ after being cooped up in hospital with no privacy?”

“Pretty much,” I admitted. Clearly Alex knew me well.

“If you are gonna be more than three hours, let me know.”

“Deal.”

It was actually four hours later when I let myself back into the apartment. I had texted Alex and been giving a small list for shopping which struck me as a positive sign that he had settled a bit.

I poked my head around his door when I had dumped the fruit he asked for and tapped quietly, “Hey, I’m back.”

“Nice walk?” he asked, spinning on his chair.

“Yea, it felt great, just to be out, you know?”

“Sure, I get it.”

“How are you getting on?”

“Just about to pack up,” Alex told me.

“Great, I’ll make some coffee, I need to talk to you,” I said and headed for the kitchen.

I made Alex’s latte (three sugars, yuk!) and started on my cappuccino, turning when I heard Alex come into the kitchen.

“Here’s your mildly coffee flavored sugar,” I teased, then saw his face. “Shit, what happened?”

Alex was pale, his eyes huge in his face, and he was physically trembling.

“Hey,” I repeated gently, placing his coffee on the side, and moving forward to rub his arms. “What’s happened?”

His eyes searched mine desperately, “You said you needed to talk,” he almost whispered.

I stared at him, lost for a moment, and then realized, “Oh God, Alex. No,” going with instinct I pulled him against me, his arms immediately clinging.

“Jesus, I’m sorry I didn’t mean to scare you. I just want to chat, not like a TALK.” I rubbed his back as he let out a whoosh of breath.

“You’re not leaving me?”

“What? No. No.”

He squeezed me harder, “Christ, you scared me.”

I turned my head and kissed his hair as he snuggled into my shoulder, “I’m really sorry. I forgot this is crazy weird for you as well. I didn’t mean to scare you.”

“Here,” I continued, pulling back a little. Alex stood straight and came with me when I tugged his hand. I grabbed his coffee and led him to the couch.

Then I finished making my drink and sat next to him.

We sipped for a few moments, but then I admitted, “I can’t help but wonder what we will do if my memory doesn’t come back.”

Alex stared thoughtfully at the floor for a moment, but then squared his shoulders and looked right at me, “Then we’ll just have to make new memories,” he said.

I smiled, liking his attitude, “There’s a plan.”

So what did you want to talk about?” Alex asked, after a few moments.

“I wanted you to tell me how we met,” I said and jumped a little when Alex laughed out loud, nearly spilling his coffee.

“Sorry,” he said once he had calmed a little. “Well the doc said I we weren’t to bombard you with facts and stuff, but I guess one little story can’t hurt.”

Alex turned to sit cross legged, facing me on the couch, his coffee cupped in his hands.

“I had joined a new club,” he told me. “Fabulous pool, and on my second time there I spotted this guy.”

Alex patted his chest, “Oh my God he was so hot. Laddered abs and strong legs. Arms. I could write poetry about his arms. Tight trucks, barely containing what looked like some very generous equipment. The perfect smattering of chest hair. Coz no one actually wants to get laid by Chewbacca do they?”

I snorted and half choked on my coffee.

Grinning, Alex continued, “Dark eyes and hair, a little longer on top but neatly cropped curls and best of all this aura of ‘don’t mess with me’ that was like a magnet to me.”

“Wow. He sounds really hot,” I said laughing.

“Oh, he is.”

“And this guy asked you out?” I prompted, and Alex scoffed.

“HA! I wish. I had to throw myself at him!”

Alex took a sip and then grinned at me. “Some experimenting resulted in my learning his patterns, and some stealthy pool-based stalking made it clear he was interested in me as well. So I left the pool a couple of laps before this guy one evening and was waiting in the shower.” He paused. “Naked.”

“Ballsy!” I grinned.

“Yep. Balls as well,” Alex agreed, making me laugh, “I stood there stroking myself and waiting.”

“You did not!”

“I sure did. And he,” Alex glared at me, “You. Walked right by.”

“What? No way!”

“For like a second. Then you pounced.” Alex placed his cup on the low table, then mine and crawled towards me, leaning over me, his breath caressing my cheek.

“And you whispered in my ear, that you wanted me to come to a cubicle and suck your dick.”

I moved so our lips were almost touching, Alex was too close to even focus on. “And did you?”

“Oh, yea,” Alex said and kissed me.

We were breathless when we broke apart, and I gripped Alex’s hair, holding him far enough away to see his slightly punchy expression and softly bruised lips.

“Show me,” I demanded.

Alex licked his lips, smiled, and gracefully moved to the floor. Kneeling between my legs as I shifted around.

“With pleasure,” he murmured as he dealt with my fly and yanked my slacks down, then my underwear.

“With pleasure,” he repeated, his head ducking and his lips already brushing my balls.

My breath caught at the first lick. Alex kissed and licked at my balls, like he was tasting me. It was gentle and sweet. A hot, damp caress.

Then his tongue swept up my shaft and I moaned.

My legs relaxed wider, I lifted my pelvis a little higher and pushed my hands into Alex’s hair.

Alex rolled my balls in his hand, gripped the base of my cock, and stroked me slowly, as he licked and kissed me. Occasionally taking about half of me in and mouthing, licking, and sucking me.

I was moaning and humming, heating up nicely when he lifted his head with a long lick, that my hips tried to follow, and grinned at me.

I tangled my fingers in his hair, brushing through it. “That’s so good,” I whispered.

“Yea, you seemed to like it at the time,” he told me, bending his head for another long lick, and then giving me a secretive smile. “Of course, I may have learned a bit since then!”

Then Alex relaxed, sinking lower as he took me in. All the way in.

I felt myself enclosed by the deep heat as my cock slid into his throat.

Holy fuck.

My head spun as his mouth, tongue and throat all worked together to bring me absolute bliss.

“Arruuughhhhhh!” my head fell back as sensation overwhelmed me.

I’m not particularly large. A generous average, shall we say, but even so this was amazing.

Alex dragged air noisily through his nose and into his throat around my cock as the room filled with the sound of my sobbing gasps and the slightly obscene sloppy, gaggy, wet sound of a good deep blow job in progress.

I wanted to cry when he lifted his head again, his lips and chin wet from (well, that’s pretty gross, let’s not go there), but he just pushed my hand deeper into his hair and demanded, “Choke me,” before taking me back in.

Well then. What the sub wants, the sub will get.

I gripped one hand in his thick hair and with the other pressed between his shoulder blades, I started to move and slide in and out of his throat.

The noise level immediately increased to louder gagging, mumbles, and gasping coughing.

Alex had one hand on my thigh and the other slid higher to sneak under my shirt and softly graze my abs.

His hands smoothed and fisted in a repeated motion, and I marvelled at how relaxed he was.

I was fucking Alex’s mouth hard now. Using him hard. Tears and drool soaking me.

A light tap on my thigh which I took to be a signal and I pulled Alex, coughing and gasping, up.

“You okay, am I being too rough?” I asked him, concerned because I didn’t remember any of his limits and wasn’t sure how to read his behavior.

Alex quickly wiped his face with his T-shirt then cleared his throat, “No, it’s good. So good. I need to,” he fumbled with his jeans, yanking down the zip and pulling his leaking cock free. “Please can I?” he asked in a rough voice.

“Of course you can,” I agreed.

This was a strange place to be. Somewhere between husband’s getting each other off and master/slave playing. All with a stranger.

Alex’s eyes closed in pleasure and he moaned as he stroked himself a few times. When his eyes opened, they were dark, and lust filled on mine.

“My second day at the manor,” he managed huskily, still breathless and panting, “The day after I gave myself to you. You gave me to John. To teach me.”

I blanched slightly, this was shocking news, and I was going to need more information at some point. But right now I just wanted to be back in Alex’s throat.

“Did you enjoy it?” I asked. The most important question. Always the most important question to ask a submissive.

Alex grinned, his face lighting up, “It was awesome,” he told me. Then his expression turned more serious again and he re-fisted my hand in his hair. “You can’t hurt me,” he said and took me back in.

I choked him good.

Alex jacked himself off frantically, his other hand fretting and patting softly at my stomach, but he didn’t signal. He took everything I gave him with obvious pleasure.

I fucked deep into his throat, feeling him enclose and convulse around me. The stimulation was incredible and when Alex went rigid and then shook. Cumming into his hand and all over his jeans, I followed.

Literally choking him as he tried to gasp in air as I flooded into his throat.

I yanked him off me with the last of my strength, and my final release landed on his chin and mouth. He still tried to lap at it, even as his whole body shook with coughing gasps.

I dragged in a few breaths and managed, “We didn’t plan that very well.”

Alex, collapsed against my legs, cracked up and I followed.

Finally we calmed a little. Alex still had his head in my lap, and I was stroking his hair softly.

“So, that’s how we met, Huh?”

He laughed a little and blinked up at me, “Well, it wasn’t that noisy!”

“You okay?”

“Yea,” he reassured me and kissed my leg.

We cleaned up (ourselves and the couch), before snuggling back on to the couch and half watching a movie while half eating a takeaway.

I was physically relaxed now, but also distracted. My brain couldn’t switch off enough to concentrate.

I didn’t notice when the movie ended, but eventually realized that Alex was sat watching me. He looked concerned.

“Sorry,” I said. “It’s just crazy manic in here,” I indicated my head.

“Too much space,” Alex said, making me laugh.

“I guess. I feel better,” I told him. “More settled, but also not. It’s weird.”

Alex rolled his eyes, “You’re so impatient, he said, but then looked at me seriously. “Have you made any decisions about us?”

His voice was still wreaked from earlier, but I didn’t think that was why he sounded so emotional.

I stood and held out my hand to help him up, pulling him over to the wedding photos. “What do you see?”

Alex frowned at the pictures, “Us?” he tried.

I rolled my eyes, but slipped an arm around his waist, “I see two guys who are very much in love,” I told him, and his smiled spread slowly.

“I see two guys who are totally into each other. Do you think I would walk away from the possibility of that? Do I look daft?”

He shook his head and blushed. I turned him to face me, my hands on his shoulders.

“If it’s okay. I would very much like to make new memories with you.”

“Yes,” he beamed at me. “But there’s something else,” I added, and his smile slipped a bit.

“What?” he asked, a glimmer of fear in his eyes.

“I want to renew our vows,” I told him.

Alex’s eyes shone and his smile was full of amazed joy, “You do?”

“I want something I can remember,” I told him.

Alex swallowed hard, his cheeks already damp. He cupped my face and kissed me, “Yes, as soon as you like, as often as you like.”

“Maybe on our third anniversary?” I suggested.

“Perfect.”

-X

I walked into work the next day, jumping slightly at the cheering, applause, and chorus of “Welcome back, Mr Morgan,” that greeted me as I opened the door.

Around forty people were crammed into the waiting room where my PA sits.

On her desk was a beautiful bouquet of flowers. Dramatic spikes. Greens, reds, and yellows. I recognized a ‘bird of paradise’ centre of the display.

I could feel myself flushing slightly, “Wow. Well it’s great to have the reassurance that I’m not a complete asshole of a boss!” I joked.

My PA then shooed everyone out and I greeted everyone with handshakes or smiles as they passed. I didn’t recognize everyone, but the staff knew the score.

Finally there was one young man left behind, who picked up the flowers and wished me well as Pamela opened the door for him.

“We are sending them over to your place in a taxi,” Pamela told me as she shut the door behind him. “Alex is expecting them.”

“Super organized as always,” I said, kissing her cheek. “Was that your idea.”

“No. I suggested a golf club membership!” She smiled, pleased when I laughed. “The team wanted to do something nice for you.”

I followed her into my office, “That’s lovely. I’ll take a picture of them at home with me and Alex and you can post my thank you on the internal newsletter.”

“That’s a good idea,” she agreed, and then put me to work.

Not that it was much work. I had been cleared for three hours and then I had to go back to my rest and recuperation, but Pamela needed my signature of some projects that she had been overseeing in my absence.

It was complicated by the fact that I couldn’t remember anything about the projects in question. Pamela was so good that I had concise detailed summaries and was able to come up to date and sign off confidently in well less than three hours.

I sat feeling slightly smug at how good a team I had assembled, and slightly disconcerted by the odd, surprising little changes in my office.

The same, but different.

Me, but different.

I sighed. This was exhausting.

There was a tap on the door and a young man with short dreds poked his head around. “Pamela asked me to collect the coffee things, if you’ve finished?”

“Yes, of course,” I waved him in.

He shut the door behind him, walked over and observed me for a moment, then wrinkled his nose at me, “I’m guessing you don’t recognize me then?”

“No, sorry,” I admitted.

“It’s okay. I’m Chris. We’re good friends,” he held his hand over my desk, and I stood to shake.

“Nice to meet you again, Chris. What do you do here?”

“Design. I’m in graphics. Pamela was hoping me popping in would jog your memory. Um, do you remember Curtis?”

“Of course, you know Curtis?” Curtis was my oldest, and best friend.

“We’re together.”

“You’re Curtis’ boyfriend?” My mind was racing a bit. If Chris knew Curtis then he must know of the manor.

Then my mind went blank and I grinned as Chris held up his left hand, showing me a ring, “We’re engaged,” he said shyly.

“Oh, WOW. Curtis engaged. That’s amazing.”

“You introduced us. So thank you. Thank you again, coz he’s the best thing that ever happened to me.”

“Well, you’re welcome, I guess,” I half laughed as Chris picked up the tray and I went to get the door.

Pamela came in the opposite door as I opened mine and stood to hold it for Chris. He looked at me, gentle dark eyes on mine.

“Pamela knows about Curtis and me, but not that we go to the manor,” he said quietly, and I nodded to show I understood. “It’s gonna be okay,” he continued, “We’ve all got your back.”

“Thank you, Chris,” I said and briefly placed my hand on his arm. He smiled and moved over to Pamela, shaking his head as he passed her.

“Oh well, it was worth a try,” she said as she closed the door behind him.

“Trying to kick start my brain?”

“Might have worked,” she said and quickly checked the paperwork before showing me the door.

“I don’t want to see you here again before next week, Mr Morgan,” she bossed me as I left.

“Thanks for everything, Pamela,” I stole a quick hug and then laughed as I closed her door, to her fussy, “Oh, well, really. Okay then, bye.”

What a gem.

As I pushed through the external doors, blinking as my eyes adjusted to the bright light.

I spotted in front of me, leaning against a low wall, a good-looking man. Looking super cool in sunglasses, dark hair in a fashionable sleek cut, designer jacket (which I knew for a fact was a knock-off, but a good one), and two take-out cups.

“One of those had better be for me,” I quipped as I sauntered over.

“That one. Decaff,” he said pointing.

“Decaff!”

“No point making that headache worse,” he said, and grinning pulled me into a hug.

“Thanks,” I said, as he released me and handed me my cup. “How did you know about my headache?”

“My spy! Chris said you left some painkiller packets on the coffee tray.”

I smiled slightly, “Congratulations on him. He’s a cutie.” I gasped in mock amazement as Curtis flashed his ring in my face, “Wow, look at that rock!” There was a tiny chip diamond in Curtis’s silver band, matching the one in the gold ring that Chris wore.

“He’s amazing.”

“Chris said I introduced you?”

“Yea, he overdosed in the office. Pamela found him; you were right behind.”

I had stopped walking and gripped Curtis’ arm in shock, “What? Is he okay?”

Curtis rubbed my arm and then tugged slightly to get me moving again, “He’s fine. He’s with me, of course he’s okay.” He moved in slightly closer, “Some asshole trapped him in a dodgy chastity device and blackmailed him. He’s good, I promise.”

“And the asshole?”

“Well,” Curtis tipped his glasses down to send me a look. “Someone taught him a lesson, he ran back to Manchester with his tail between his legs and a black eye. Never did get anyone to admit to it though!”

I grinned and raised my free hand, “I can honestly, neither confirm nor deny!”

“Hmmmm!” he mused, pushing his glasses back up.

“So, was Chris in chastity today?” I knew this was one of Curtis’ main kinks as a master.

“Yep,” he confirmed, and then grinned as I had to brace a hand on his shoulder from laughing so hard.

We wandered vaguely in the direction of my apartment, chatting, and catching up.

Curtis was far less concerned about the risk of overloading my brain than anyone else had been, which was refreshing.

“You’re tough. You can take it,” was his response when I queried the lack of tiptoeing on eggshells around me. “If you fall to the floor gripping your hair and yelling ‘My head. My head’, I’ll apologize profusely.”

Gradually our talk turned to Alex and my confusion over how I had gone from what I knew of myself to married. And to a slave at that.

Curtis squinted at the sky. “I’m casting my mind back to how you were when you first came back, and I guess, post-Casey, pre-Keira?”

“Yea, from what I’ve been told.”

Curtis walked for about five minutes before he spoke again. I waited patiently. We had gone to boarding school together. Curtis had known me since before I was orphaned. He was my oldest friend and the only person who had never let me down.

Sadie and I. Well, we had let each other down and moved on. But Curtis knew all my secrets.

“When you came back from your banishment,” he finally began. “You were a mixture of confident and eager to prove yourself. Especially to Sadie. But you were very serious.”

He smiled a little sadly, “Your parent’s accident took some of your spark, and then when Sadie sent you away, your spark was replaced with determination. Casey and Keira brought back some of the fun and taught you how to trust again. I don’t think you would have been ready to fall in love if not for them.”

He bumped my shoulder when I blushed, “But it was Alex who brought back your spark. Who pushed your limits and started to really expand your world again. He’s the one who brought back the fun, mischievous boy and helped him to merge with the respected, calm adult.”

I threw my cup in a bin, sank onto a bench, and ran my hands through my hair. “It’s just so much,” I was almost whining and hated myself. “It’s so much to get my head around.”

“Does it feel awkward?” He asked.

“Not as awkward as it should. I had a heavenly blow job last night. Does that seem normal in this situation. I just want to rip his clothes off. I’m as hard as steel the second he walks into a room, and I hate seeing him upset. He’s been like my rock, but I know this is frightening for him and I hate it.”

Curtis laughed a little, “There’s no normal in this situation,” he pointed out. “But the two of you not being able to keep your hands off each other sounds about right.”

He crouched down in front of me, “You have to stop worrying about your head and trust your heart,” Curtis reached up and placed a hand on my chest. “What is your heart telling you?”

I stared at him for a moment, not really seeing him but then, “It’s real.”

“There you go.”

“It’s real. I love him. I think he loves me,” I started to laugh slightly breathlessly.

“Leslie, that man would throw himself in front of a bullet for you,” Curtis said. Then pushed up from his crouch to sit beside me, mumbling, “Or a speeding car!”

“What did you say?” my heart seemed to hesitate in my chest. “What did you just say?”

“What? Sorry nothing.”

“Curtis?” he just shook his head.

“You know something, what do you know?” I demanded.

“Shit, sorry Leslie, I didn’t mean to, that slipped out.”

“Do you know something about the accident?”

Curtis sat and chewed his lip for a moment, “Shit!” he repeated.

I just waited.

“Okay,” Curtis sighed, “Do you remember Master Lo?”

“Yes.”

“The police, during the investigation. They reviewed the CCTV. It showed that Alex pushed you.” He ran a hand through his hair, uncomfortable.

“You pushed Casey into Keira. Alex shoved you, but that put him right in front of the car, that’s why he was so badly injured. Without that move it would have mostly likely hit his lower legs throwing him to the left, and the right front of the car would have hit you at pelvis level, rather than the nasty but glancing blow to the leg that you actually got.”

“Why didn’t he tell me. He knew John had told me about the accident, why didn’t he say something? You’re telling me he wouldn’t have been so badly hurt if he hadn’t tried to save me?”

“No one knows about this, Leslie. Not even Alex.”

“What?”

Curtis took my hands, which were like ice from shock, and rubbed at them gently. “Alex doesn’t remember the accident. He understands what it’s like to lose some memory. His stops about halfway through dinner that night. And you don’t like talking about it. It upsets you too much.”

He took a breath, “Master Lo asked me whether he should tell you the outcome of the investigation, but at that time Alex was in the thick of recovery and you were refusing to talk about it. I advised him not to say anything. It just would have made you feel worse.”

I blew out a breath.

“I’m sorry, Leslie. I didn’t see the point in dragging it up, you were trying to move on. You just blocked any attempt to talk about it.”

I looked up and saw his eyes were really concerned, “It’s okay. I can’t remember any of this, but shit. He did that for me?”

“Yea,” Curtis said quietly.

-X

By the time Curtis and I had reached my apartment, he had intrigued me with the tale of a ‘movie’ that we had filmed at the manor. I knew Sadie’s friend Master David, and was sad to learn of his passing, but pleased that we had done such a fun thing for him and to help what turned out to be his final few months.

“It’s available to view at the manor,” Curtis told me, “And remains extremely popular. Mostly, I’m sure, due to my manly physique.”

“No doubt,” I laughed, “and it’s never leaked?”

“No, because it can only be accessed via manor security, that’s how Master David linked in and watched it when he wanted to. Alex set it up, plus no one at the manor would disrespect you by trying to copy it. But I know you and Alex have a copy.”

“Really!”

It took some persuading for Alex to agree to a movie night. He was concerned it would trigger some sort of episode. He managed to get hold of Dr Price, who advised a short home movie (well, that’s one description!), would be unlikely to cause any harm.

Therefore, that evening, once Chris had finished work and collected pizza and popcorn on his way over, we settled in for the most unusual movie night of my life.

I spent the whole hour and a half (Alex must have slept for a week!), laughing and trying not to weep from how painfully hard my cock was.

I didn’t recognize Will or Kerry, but it was so much fun, and watching Alex be used and abused, even if most of it was exaggerated and faked, made me want to nail him there and then.

When I hugged Curtis goodbye he whispered in my ear, “Have fun tonight!” Little git.

I stripped down to my boxers and threw everything in the laundry basket, still smiling at the movie while I cleaned my teeth.

I just couldn’t believe we had done that. I couldn’t quite get my head around the me who had done that.

Alex slipped by me as I exited the bathroom, brushing provocatively past me and giving me a winsome smile.

On the nightstand was a head-sized container of lube. One of those ultra-hygienic pots with the pump action disposer.

I sat on the edge of the bed and just grinned. Alex plonked himself down next to me a few minutes later, smelling minty and looking from me to the container and back repeatedly.

He had the same expression on his face that a dog gets when it wants you to throw a ball.

“Not very subtle are you?” I pointed out to him.

He just grinned and bounced on the bed a few times.

“Alex,” I started, and felt bad when his shoulders slumped, and he looked sad.

“It’s not that I don’t want to,” I told him. “Obviously, I want to pin you down on this bed and fuck you so hard the mattress needs a cigarette.”

Alex snorted, groaned, and fell against me, his head resting on my shoulder.

“I just,” I stopped. Not sure how to put it into words. Alex’s arms snuck around my waist.

“I’m sorry, I wasn’t trying to pressure you,” he said earnestly. “Whatever you want is fine.”

“I want you,” I told him. “I would just like my brain to catch up first.”

“You’re hoping that something is going to trigger you and stuff will start coming back?”

“Pretty much. Is that stupid?”

Alex kissed my shoulder, giving me a squeeze, “No, I get it. And we’re only a few days in. You want to give your memory a chance.”

“Yea.”

“And we’re seeing the twins tomorrow afternoon, that might prove a match for your memory gap. They are so loud!”

I laughed and we just sat for a while quietly, as Alex held me, and I played with his fingers.

“If I can’t have sex, can I have a snog?” Alex asked suddenly.

Grinning, I turned and cupped his face, “You can absolutely have a snog.”

“What about a hand job?” he muttered against my lips, making me laugh into his mouth.

In answer I reached down and gripped him through his underwear, just a little too hard, making him moan into my mouth.

He moaned again, unhappily this time, when I pulled back.

“Alex. Do we have a play box here?”

His eyes lit up, “Yes, of course.” He scrambled up and pulled a couple of cushions from a chest/seat at the end of the bed. “We do most intense stuff at the manor, but yea, there’s some stuff in here.”

I walked round and knelt to open the box, “Get naked then,” I instructed and laughed at Alex’s happy whoop as he yanked his briefs down.

Then he slid up behind me and wrapped his arms around my waist. Kissing my neck and pushing his already hard cock against my ass.

I had already uncovered two floggers. One for body and one for CBT, plus a small crop. “These seem quite lightweight,” I commented.

“Hmmmm,” Alex rocked himself against me, “We keep the hard-core stuff mostly for the manor, but if we just wanna play and have some fun. Or if my master has had a shitty day and wants to take it out on his slave, then we keep a few things here. It’s enough.”

I pondered this comment as I placed aside some rope, cuffs and a small selection of nipple clamps and weights.

“And does my slave take fists?” I asked casually, pleased when Alex reared back in shock. I twisted to look at him, deliberately keeping my expression impassive.

“No! Jesus, Leslie. No you’ve never hit me. What the fuck?”

I just watched him; inside I was delighted at his discomfort.

“You’ve never hit me. Not even a slap. I mean, manhandling’s okay, spanking, that’s fun but not abuse. Why the hell would you even ask that?” Alex’s expression was borderline pissed off now.

“What if I did?” I asked harshly. “What would you do?”

Alex looked upset now, “I couldn’t. I couldn’t.” He couldn’t even say it.

I reached out and cupped his face gently, “You couldn’t stay?”

Blinking and looking miserable he shook his head.

“Good. That’s what I needed to hear you say.”

Alex opened his mouth soundlessly and then glared at me, smacking my hand away from his face and slapping my chest, rocking me back on my heels. “You BASTARD. What was that? A fucking test?”

I laughed, “Whoa. Is that what you call manhandling?”

“Fuck you!” he seethed and slapped my chest again.

Seems I wasn’t immune to some manhandling myself!

I pounced and pinned him to the floor. Horny sod was still hard. He wasn’t that mad at me.

I enjoyed Alex struggling under me for a few moments, but he didn’t fool me for a moment. John had told me about his martial art skills. I didn’t believe I could hold him if he didn’t want me to.

Eventually he huffed and stopped struggling, so I released his wrists. His hand came up and brushed through my hair, stopping on the back of my neck.

“Leslie, I would be more comfortable if you just asked me stuff rather than try and trick me.”

It was me squirming now. Feeling chastised.

“If there is something we have done that you’re not comfortable with now then we will deal with it, but please, just ask me.”

“I’m sorry. I’m just not used to being part of a couple,” I winced when his eyes flashed with pain. “You see that. That right there. I say stuff like that, and it hurts you.”

“It’s okay,” Alex tugged me down and kissed me. “It’s okay. I get it.”

I lowered so my chest was on his and held his face, even has he held mine, “I’ll try and be more open. I’m not going to give up on us. On this. No matter what, because I’m not an idiot. I can tell we have something amazing.”

Alex’s smile lit up the room.

I shifted and deliberately pressed my fists into his abs as I raised to sit astride him.

Alex’s breath shot out in a grunt, before he dragged in a breath and let it out on a long moan.

I couldn’t help but enjoy the way his eyes closed, and his hands remained relaxed on the floor. No attempt to defend himself.

“So, are we playing?” I asked and he smiled again.

“I’m yours to command, Master,” he said without opening his eyes.

I moved back to the box and pulled more things out. Alex curled on his side on the floor and watched me, while he gently stroked himself and tugged at his balls.

Putting aside even more rope, a selection of dildo’s and butt pugs, plus, not one, but two ‘Magic Wands’, and some gags/blindfolds. I finally pulled out a strange harness/spreader bar contraption from the bottom of the box.

I raised an eyebrow at Alex as I examined the harness. It was about a third of my body length with two medium sized cuffs at one end, and two small, two large cuffs at the other. I couldn’t figure it out. A bar about 1.5 meters ran between one end, and around 1 meter at the other, all linked by chains.

“Do I have a hobbit slave no one has told me about? Or a human of extremely small stature?”

Alex laughed and pushed up to kneel beside me, “It’s mine.” He stood it on the floor with the two middle sized cuffs at the bottom.

“Nope. Still don’t get it,” I admitted.

“I’ll show you,” Alex said and went to a drawer grabbing a large soft blanket and moving to the bed.

I helped him spread it across the bottom half of the bed and then watched, intrigued, and immensely turned on when Alex lay across the blanket.

He was at a slight angle, so his head was near the edge of the bed, but his body not at risk of falling off. I couldn’t help but notice the bed was perfect height for me to tip his head back and plough into his throat.

Then he sat up and gestured for the strange harness, “Would you pass that to me?”

He smirked and rotated it, as I clearly handed it over the wrong way round, before sliding it underneath him. Then it suddenly sprang to clarity as he leaned down and fastened his left ankle into a middle-sized cuff.

The larger cuff was now at his thigh height, and sure enough he strapped it around his left thigh.

“You see? That’s actually as far as I can go without help!”

I checked that he hadn’t done the cuffs up too tight. They were perfect. This was clearly made for him.

“My God. It’s beautiful,” I said as Alex relaxed back on the bed and I pulled his right ankle to the next cuff. This spread his legs wide and once, grinning, I had also fastened his right thigh Alex was quite helpless.

His feet were a meter and a half spread and his thighs also held wide apart. This opened him up wonderfully for me. His cock was pointed straight up, and he had continued to play with himself as I locked him into the bondage.

“You gave it to me for my birthday,” Alex told me, his voice husky.

I smiled and reached for his hand. Gently pressing his wrist against the smaller cuff linked to his right thigh.

He moaned and jacked himself faster as I pulled the buckle tight.

I moved around the bed and leaned over to kiss him. Alex reached up and tangled his left hand in my hair.

I took his hand. Kissed his wrist. Then buckled him in, before kissing him again.

“Are you sure it wasn’t my birthday?” I asked and he laughed breathlessly.

Jesus, he looked incredible.

Eyes dark, face flushed. Spread out wantonly on the bed, his whole body open and helpless, just for me.

His wrists locked to his thighs. Legs spread wide.

Mine. All mine. All for me.

I devoured.

Alex moaned, writhed, and begged as I explored him with my hands, lips, tongue, and teeth.

He was unfamiliar, and yet somehow I knew when to let his cock drop from my mouth, just before he exploded.

I knew how hard to hold his nipple in my teeth while flicking my tongue over the tender, hard point, and how it would bring forth the most delightful gasping sobs.

I knew the tickle spot on his collarbone where I could kiss and whisper against his skin, making him try to squirm away.

Intuitively I was aware that twisting my knuckle into his navel would make his cock throb and bounce in the air.

And that by scraping my stubble across his abs, Alex would become so flustered his restrained hands would slap at his own thighs.

I played his body until Alex was begging to cum, the towel behind his head soaked with tears. Then I kissed him softly and tenderly.

“Are you warmed up now?” and smiled when he burst out laughing.

“Oh, Fuck!”

“What do you like best?”

“Whatever you want, Master.”

I frowned, but Alex shook his head.

“Seriously, I want you to do what you want. I want to know what you would have done with me had we met nine years ago.”

I narrowed my eyes at him, “Any doubts, safe word. We can pause and talk.”

“Absolutely.”

I was in no doubt about what a gift this was. Alex was giving me the chance to fully control a near stranger in complete safety. But it wasn’t so safe for him. In my head we had met three days ago, and apart from some cuddles and a blow job, I really didn’t know his limits.

I took a breath. Alex was lying with his eyes closed, just waiting for me.

Well, I guessed that what safe words are for.

I went to the bathroom for a towel and then grabbed the container of lube.

Alex moaned and shifted as I started to open him up. He kept his eyes closed, like he just wanted to FEEL and experience without warning.

His hips were pumping by the time I picked up a good size dildo and slicked it up.

Alex’s eyes opened when he felt it against his entrance, and his head shot up.

“Oh, yea, God, please,” he gasped.

I pushed slippery fingers back inside him and then slid the dildo along them. The sound Alex made as he was stretched was obscene.

I started to twist and pump the dildo. Taking his cock in my slippery fingers and pumping him at the same time, as I went deeper, and deeper still.

Alex’s head fell back. His abs straining, muscles damp with sweat, tight with tension. His chest heaving, as he gasped, “Deeper, so good, deeper,” over and over.

Finally the dildo was buried inside his body and Alex was grunting with a combination of arousal and pain.

I knew he could take the depth and width. If he had taken John, then he could take his, but it looked positively indecent how wide the thing was stretching him.

I continued to jack Alex off, while rhythmically pressing against the base of the dildo, until he was sobbing with frustration and the need to cum.

Then I wiped my hands on the towel and picked up one of the wands.

Alex’s head shot up at the buzzing, his eyes wide with shock, “No, no, wait, Arrgggghhhh!”

His near scream as I started to massage his leaking cock with the wand was a thing of beauty.

I shifted a little so I could kiss his damp body as he begged and pleaded. Crying and stuttering.

“It’s too much. Please I need to cum. Master, please I can’t.”

But still his cock throbbed in my hand.

Deciding to give him a break I switched the wand off, but left it on his torso, like a threat, and walked around to where his tear-streaked face looked desperately up at me.

I slid one hand over his damp chest, pinching and tugging his nipples and kneading his pecs, as I cupped his throat with my other, tipping his head back.

“Make it good, and I’ll let you cum,” I promised, and sighed with pleasure as Alex opened his lips and I slid myself into the dark, wet, heaven.

It was hard to be sure whether I was thanking past me, or future me, but thankful I was that I had sent Alex to be deep throat trained.

As I pumped in and out and Alex suckled at me, my cock being caressed by his lips, tongue, and throat, I panted and moaned equally as loudly as Alex’s slurping gasps.

I followed my instincts again and upon cumming, I held myself close against Alex’s face, still deep in his throat and held his breath for just a few moments as he fretted beneath me.

When I pulled back, Alex dragged in an almighty gasp, and then cried out desperately, “I’m cumming!”

I leaned over and gripped his bouncing cock firmly at the base, until the danger had passed, and he had calmed slightly.

“Fuck, fuck, FUCK!” he complained, as the orgasm slipped away from him.

I grinned, delighted with his reaction as I pulled a gag from where I had left in in the box.

“Okay?” Alex nodded and I fastened the gag quickly, muffling his moans. I had a feeling he was about to become super loud.

“Signal?” I instructed, and Alex made a sign with his fingers and thumb which I recognized from the manor. Even with his restricted movement it was easy to see.

“Amber or red,” I told him, and he nodded.

Alex was sweat soaked, trembling, and panting, but his eyes were sparkling with pleasure, and it was clear that without the gag he would be grinning from ear to ear.

I reached for the second wand and switched both on. Alex’s eyes went wide and then, with a groan, his head fell back. I suspected I had played this game before.

I destroyed him. Edging him with the wands for an hour, ignoring his muffled pleas and screams. One wand held against the plug, sending insane vibrations through his body and along his prostate.

With the other wand I teased and caressed his dripping cock. Only stopping to let him fall back, frustrated, and frantic, from the edge.

Over and over. Christ it was fun.

When I really didn’t think he could take any more (he was pretty spaced out) I pressed one wand hard against the plug, held him down firmly and took him in my mouth.

Alex released with a cry of absolute despair. I couldn’t fail to recognize the pleasure underneath.

I removed the gag and took a towel. Kissing him and wiping his face and hair. Kissing his chest and feeling his heart racing under my lips, his breath still heaving, even ten minutes after he had cum.

But his mouth opened under mine. “It’s over,” I whispered against his lips.

Alex just sobbed and took my kisses. His body wracked with violent shudders.

When this eased to tremors, I removed the restraints and pulled the blanket partly over him. Rubbing his wrists and soothing him with long gentle strokes.

When he was finally able to string half a sentence together he managed three words.

“I love you.”

I wrapped the blanket around and continued to smooth Alex’s body in long strokes through the material for about forty minutes, as he dozed. I was only in boxers, but not cold.

After a while he shifted and rubbed his eyes like a sleepy kid, “What time is it?”

“Only 9.30pm” I admitted.

“Jesus!”

I smiled. It felt more like the early hours.

We transferred to the bathroom and Alex revived enough under the steaming shower to sink to his knees and take me in his mouth.

I was more than ready.

Griping the handy rails (mobility shops are surprisingly useful for sex aids!) I closed my eyes and let pleasure wash over me.

Taken by surprise when Alex briefly pulled back, I had just enough time to register a click and frown to myself, before my cock was swallowed deep again at the same time as Alex’s slippery finger, with gentle confidence, slid into my ass.

“Fucking hell!”

My legs nearly gave way, and I swear I could feel Alex smiling against my dick as he caressed my prostate and sent me headlong into heaven.

I flooded down his throat. Then stood with shaking, sobbing pants as he stood and wrapped his arms around me.

Once I was steady Alex took the shower gel and washed me carefully, with a smug little smile on his lips.

This guy knew more of my secrets than I did. As far as I was aware, I hadn’t let anyone take me that way in over a decade.

I guess I was wrong.

-X

The next morning I woke early. About 4am.

Dragging my semi-numb arm out from under Alex, I wandered into the bathroom to do what guys can do standing up (sorry gals!) and clean my teeth.

I walked back in and pulled the curtain open. The sky was just starting to light. It would be a beautiful sunrise.

Alex had rolled to his side and I slipped back into bed for a while and just looked at him.

Taking in the curve of his hip and, as it became lighter, his strong, smooth back.

After a while the light seeped through his eyelids and his breathing changed, so I snuggled in behind him. His hand pulled me closer.

“It’s going to be a beautiful sunrise. We should go for a run,” I suggested.

“Humph.”

“Buy you a coffee,” I suggested. Bribery often works.

He sighed and blinked, leaning back against me. “Castles should be open for the shift workers. Best coffee.”

“Plus-”

“Doughnuts!” we said together.

“Okay,” Alex sighed again and started to shift. Then froze.

“Wait. You remember Castles?”

“Sure. Best coffee in town.”

“Oh my God!” Alex spun so fast in the bed his elbow ploughed into my midriff.

“Oommpppffff.”

“Sorry.”

“Oww!”

“Sorry,” Alex said again as I reached back to turn my light on. I rolled back, half on my side and grinned up at Alex who was kneeling on the bed, his eyes wide with hope.

“Are you back?” he whispered.

I nodded, “Seems like.”

Alex yelled and pounced. Pushing me flat on my back and straddling me.

“Do you remember when we met? Do you remember meeting the twins?”

“Yes, and yes,” I grinned.

“That time you got your foot in the way of the weight?”

“You mean when you dropped the weight on my foot?”

“No,” Alex’s eyes were wide and innocent, “I think you’re misremembering that!”

“Uh huh.”

“Do you remember our wedding?”

“Of course, sweetheart,” I pushed his hair back from his face.

“Are you sure? You were really drunk!”

“I don’t remember being drunk,” I deadpanned, and tugged his hair. Alex giggled.

“How about when Barry was helping you with that harness and you accidently mooned that lady from the National Trust for Scotland?”

“Oh sure, some help he was,” I laughed. “And I remember that time when you kept your back to Mrs Diggery while chatting to her in the lift because your hard-on was tenting your running shorts, and you completely forgot she could see everything in the mirrored wall!”

Alex blushed, let out a mini scream and sank full weight on top me of me, pushing me into the mattress.

“Ah, shit!”

“Oh my god, that was sooooooo embarrassing,” he wailed into my neck.

“You’re crushing me!”

“The way she winked and went, ‘Have fun, boys!’ urrgggghh!”

“I’m pretty sure Mrs Diggory reads male/male romance and imagines us as the hero and hero,” I suggested just to gross him out.

“Ack!”

I smiled and kissed his hair.

Alex is a strapping lad, but his weight on me felt amazing.

I squeezed him closer as he let out one violent tremor and a loud sob.

“It’s okay now,” I rubbed his back.

Alex took two gasping breaths and then calmed, raising his head and supporting part of his weight, “No pain?”

“No. I just woke up and it was all back.”

He gave me a slightly damp smile and shifted his cock (which was displaying increasing interest) against mine.

“Run first,” I insisted, giving his ass a slap.

Alex rolled his eyes but rose with good humor. “Let me just brush my teeth. Call Keira.”

“It’s not even 4.30am. I’ll call her later.”

Alex looked at me seriously, “No. Call her now. She won’t mind.”

I reached for my phone, looking up as Alex paused. “It’s going to be the most incredible sunrise ever,” he told me with a smile.

To be continued.