Tymber Dalton - Safe Harbor

“Damn. You got me good, Master.”

Sully handed him the collar and went to use the toilet. “You ask, you receive.” When he finished, he faced Mac. “Well?”

Mac grinned and crooked his finger at Sully. Sully smiled and turned, dropping his chin so Mac could fasten the collar’s buckle at the back of his neck. Sully grabbed the key from the counter, unlocked Mac’s collar, and removed it. “Happy?”

Mac grabbed him and kissed him deeply, his tongue plunging into Sully’s mouth. “Not yet, but I will be once my cock is buried in your sweet ass.”

Sully closed his eyes and took a deep, sated breath. He wouldn’t deny he enjoyed this, being able to trust Mac enough to let him take over for short periods. Mac spun him around to face the mirror.

“Hands on the counter,” he growled.

As steam drifted through the bathroom, Sully complied. “Like this?”

Mac shook his head, then nudged Sully’s feet farther apart. “Like that.” He reached between Sully’s legs, palmed his sac, and gently squeezed and rolled the soft weight along his hand. He pressed his chest against Sully’s back. “You want my cock inside you?”

Sully, his eyes still closed, let his head drop. “You know I do.”

His stiff cock wouldn’t let him lie about it anyway.

Mac’s hand slid up along the seam of his ass, one finger pressing against the puckered ring of flesh without penetrating. “I had a lot of plans for you this weekend.”

“I’m sure you did. You’re pretty creative.”

Mac snickered and swatted Sully on the ass. “Shower. Now.”

Sully didn’t bother concealing his smile as he stepped across the bathroom. Mac grabbed a bottle of lube and followed him into the shower.

“Against the wall.”

Sully complied.

Mac slicked his cock with lube and then worked some into Sully with his fingers to loosen him. “You like that?”

Sully’s eyes dropped closed. “Would I let you if I didn’t?”

Mac chuckled. “Nope. You’d make my life miserable.” He pressed his cockhead against Sully’s dark hole. Both men groaned as Mac slowly seated himself inside Sully. With his cock buried to the hilt, he grabbed Sully’s hips and slowly thrust. “I hadn’t even got started,” he whispered in Sully’s ear. “Had a lot more I wanted to do.

What am I gonna do if she’s on the boat with us, hmm?”

“You want to fuck or talk?”

With a hard bump of his hips, Mac thrust deep. “What do you think?”

Sully tried to hold back, his own cock throbbing with every stroke of Mac’s shaft along his gland. After a few minutes, Mac slowed his pace and reached around Sully’s waist. He wrapped his fingers around Sully’s cock and stroked. “Make it fast, man.”

Pushed past the point of conscious will, Sully worked his hips back and forth, between Mac’s talented fingers and his lover’s stiff cock.

“Come now!” Mac growled.

It pushed him over the edge. His hands clenched into fists against the tile wall as his climax washed over him. Mac took that as his cue.

He grabbed Sully’s hips again and pounded into him until he came with a cry, his cock pulsing inside the other man. Mac didn’t move for a moment, leaning against Sully for support and trying to catch his breath. Then he withdrew, turned Sully around, and embraced him as they stepped under the water.

Mac rested his head on the shorter man’s shoulder. “You didn’t have to put a collar on,” he softly said, reverting to gentle Mac.

Back to slave.

Sully closed his eyes and held Mac. “I know you like it.”

After a moment, Mac grabbed the soap. He sank to his knees and, working the soap around Sully’s groin and ass, lathered and washed him before taking care of himself. Once satisfied, he reached for the collar. “Maybe we should take that off.”

“Why?”

Mac shrugged, but wouldn’t meet Sully’s gaze.

Sully grabbed Mac’s chin and forced him to look at him. “Why?”

he quietly but firmly asked.

“It doesn’t look right.”

Sully let him remove it and toss it out of the shower. “But it’s right on the boat?”

“That’s different.”

“It didn’t used to bother you before.”

“I’m not used to seeing you like that at home anymore.”

Bless his heart, Mac was a creature of habit. It didn’t matter that he was a “strong” man. He was, in his heart, a slave. He’d embraced it, eagerly, and enjoyed living for his Master. Mac liked clearly defined rules and roles, enjoyed his limited time in charge because it felt natural to him to be in charge on the Dilly.

At home, however, it was a different matter since their routine had changed over the years.

“Turn around,” Sully commanded. “Let me look at your ass.”

Mac snorted in amusement even as he complied. Sully skimmed his hand down Mac’s flesh. The welts he’d opened last night were healing over. While bruised, he saw no sign of infection. “When we get done, let me put some ointment on that before you get dressed.”

Mac stepped under the spray to shampoo his hair. “Thank you for that, by the way.”

“Anytime.” He poked him in the stomach. “You’ll have to bank your punishment strokes over the next couple of days. I don’t want to give you new ones until you’ve healed more.”

Faltering only a little, Mac barely missed a beat in his reply. “You too chicken to hit me?”

“No,” Sully growled. “I don’t like to break my toys.”

Mac froze, then burst out laughing. “Yes, Master.”

“You don’t have to take them, you know. You can renegotiate that boundary so there’s no punishment.”

The expected answer. “No, Master. Thank you, but I’ll take them.

I don’t like to change the rules.”

“I thought you’d say that.” Mac was, if nothing else, sweetly predictable.

It didn’t hurt he was a masochist.

After their shower, Sully retreated to his office. Mac brought him coffee.

Clarisse still slept.

Mac cooked Sully breakfast and brought it into the office for him.

Sully was already engrossed in his latest manuscript. “Thank you,” he mumbled as he studied his laptop screen.

Mac hesitated, then knelt beside Sully’s chair, waiting.

Sully hoped his sigh wasn’t audible. He saved his file and twined his fingers in Mac’s hair. “Yes, slave?”

“What do you want me to do today?”

Poor Mac, he really felt out of sorts with their plans upended.

“Chores around the house, take Clarisse to see Tad, stay there with her. Maybe take her out to dinner if she feels up to it.”

Mac looked up, startled. “What about you?”

“What about me?”

“Leave you alone all day?”

He moved the breakfast plate out of the way and tapped the corner of his desk. “Talk to me, Brant.”

Mac perched on the corner of the desk. The forced equality when in slave mode always knocked Mac mentally off balance. “I’m trying to wrap my head around it. I admit I need to let you be in charge of this, but it’s hard for me to not think about Betsy.”

“I know. Clarisse trusts you. She needs that in her life and I don’t begrudge it. I’m not jealous. I trust you.”

Mac laced his fingers together in his lap. “Thank you, Master,” he quietly said. “For helping her.”

“Why would you think I wouldn’t?”

He shrugged but didn’t respond.

“Brant, she’s Tad’s niece. There’s no way I wouldn’t help her, just on that basis alone. Yes, it pisses me off she’s scared of me, but I understand why and don’t blame her. I still wouldn’t walk away from the situation.”

Mac took Sully’s hand, lifted it to his lips, and kissed it. “Thank you, Master.” He slipped off the desk and left the room, quietly closing the office door behind him.