Fic: The Weekend Pt3 (H50, Danny/Steve, NC17)
The Weekend - Part Three
Steve seemed sapped of strength as he crawled to the sofa, dragged himself up and lay down, pulling a cushion to him and burying his face into it. Danny followed him over, carefully rubbed the cream well into the now bright, deep red of his ass. He was gentle, trying not to drag his fingers too much over the pained flesh. Steve didn't move, arms clinging around the cushion and Danny let him have his moment, be it to dry his tears or compose himself.
Satisfied he'd covered the area well with cream he stood and gave Steve's shoulder a squeeze to get his attention.
"Let me sit down pet," he said softly, waiting for Steve to pull back a little.
He settled on the sofa, Steve burying his face against his thigh instead, a hand snaked up around his waist. Danny just waited, ran his fingers over Steve's back, up over his shoulders, through his hair.
"You okay?" Danny asked eventually.
Steve sighed and turned his face a little, shifting to get more comfortable as he lay against his Dom.
"Better than," he replied, sounding tired.
"Good, thats good pet," Danny soothed, still stroking his hair.
"Danny?" Steve asked and Danny gave a small smile. It was Steve's signal to talk. No Master, no sub. Just Steve needing to let something out, big or small, trusting his words would fall on ears willing to listen and understand, no matter what they were.
"Yeah babe?" Danny replied.
"I've not felt like that for a while," Steve admitted. "I mean we've seen shit Danny, we've dealt with some really fucked up things. But this case, I don't know why this case, but it was like something broke in me, opened up the flood gates. I used to feel like that all the time, after most missions I'd been assigned too. Only there was never an out then, not like this. I don't like feeling like that Danny, it scares me, makes me do things I know I shouldn't be doing, like a voice tells me to stop but I just can't. You know, when I was beating on that guy, I would have kept going if you hadn't stopped me. I'd have killed him Danny, just kept beating him until he was dead. Thats fucked up. What kind of person does that? What kind of person does that make me?"
"Don't Steve," Danny stopped him before he could continue. "You are not like them."
"Fuck Danny they'd just beaten and mutilated several people," Steve sighed, voice low and trembling again. "How does that make me different?"
"Because you stopped," Danny told him. "You stopped babe."
"No, you stopped me," Steve retorted. "If you hadn't been there."
"I was," Danny assured him.
"But if you hadn't of been," Steve sighed, turning his face again to press into Danny's thigh. Danny could feel the wet damp of tears filtering through the thin material of his dress pants.
"I was," Danny told him again. "I will always be there. And if I'm not, someone else will be. You aren't alone Steve, ever. You have me, you have the team, you have back up. That gang, those men, they're monsters. They thrive on the thrill of creating chaos and evil and fucking people over. That's not you babe. You got angry, this case, it was fucked up, you snapped. It happens. Gonna be a case where I snap, it could be nothing in particular that makes it happen but it will happen. But I've got you and Chin and Kono watching out for me, so I know, when it happens, you can reign me back in, help me through it. You are not a bad person Steve, if it means me taking control for a while, taking you down deep just to convince you of that, then I'm going to do it."
Steve didn't reply, just lay there resting until his breathing evened out again and he could control his emotions somewhat. Danny rested a hand on his neck, ran his thumb up against his ear lobe waiting.
"Thanks Danny," Steve sighed as he rolled a little onto his side, glancing up at his lover. "For this weekend."
"Not over yet," Danny promised.
"I know," Steve assured him he understood that fact. "But thanks any way. I need it."
"I know you do," Danny replied, fingers brushing over his cheek.
"Can I go to the bathroom Sir?" Steve asked, already slipping back into sub mode. His need to talk had slipped away for now, but Danny knew it was only the start of Steve talking out the situation. At least he knew where Steve's head was at concerning the case.
"Yes," Danny told him. "Take everything back upstairs with you, you can remove your ankle cuffs as well."
Steve got up from the couch and picked up the spreader bar, gag and paddle. Danny held his hand out for it and Steve looked momentarily panicked, like maybe he was in for another spanking. Danny just smiled and motioned him to bend down towards him.
"Show your thanks to the paddle that punishes you so thoroughly pet," Danny told him.
Steve gave a smile of relief and pressed his lips to the paddle, before taking it from him and leaving to put everything away.
It was getting late and Danny went to prepare supper. Steve returned to him on his hands and knees and got into his down position by the table before he was ordered. Danny turned and looked over at him before focusing back on the food.
"Go lie back down pet," Danny told him. "You've earned yourself a small break."
"Thank you Master," Steve said quietly, crawling off into the living room.
Danny went back to the living room and found Steve on the sofa, hugging a cushion, watching the doorway waiting for him to appear. He sat up as Danny approached with the plates.
"You can kneel by me," Danny allowed. "Here."
He handed Steve his plate as he settled on his knees by the sofa, taking his plate. Danny sat down and turned on the tv and they settled into an easy silence as they ate. Once finished he sent Steve to tidy up the kitchen and when he returned he pulled him beside him on the sofa, let him stretch out to rest his ass and knees. Steve rested his head content on Danny's lap, paying little attention to what was on the tv and more to the way Danny's fingers drifted over his skin, back and forth.
"Do you think he's okay?" Steve asked suddenly.
Danny frowned, wondering what he was talking about as he caught up with the subject.
"I think it looked worse than it was," Danny replied honestly.
He remembered all the blood pouring from the guys face, mainly from his nose which was most likely broken. Steve's blows had caused it to spatter up over his cheeks, down his mouth, onto his forehead. His lip had been busted and there'd been the gurgle of blood and saliva as the guy breathed heavy and choking. But once the ambulance had arrived and the guys had cleaned him up a little, the guys face was busted up, but nothing he wouldn't survive. It was obvious the idea Steve could have killed him outright was weighing heavy on his mind. Steve had killed plenty of people, and that never rested easy on anyones conscience, bad guy or no, Danny knew. It had happened to him. He still remembered the first perp he'd had to shoot to kill. Remembered perfectly the guys features, what clothes he was wearing, what he looked like lying on the ground with a bullet in his chest, red soaking his light blue shirt.
But Danny was a cop and he'd not had to take down a perp like that often. For Steve it was different and Danny knew his body count was higher. He couldn't imagine he easily forgot faces, in Dannys experience, they were recorded like photgraphs on the mind.
"You've got to let it go Steve," he said when Steve fell silent again.
"Just, keep thinking about him," Steve sighed heavily.
"Want me to call the hospital? Get the details?" Danny asked him. "May help you put this to rest once and for all."
"Yeah, maybe we could do that," Steve agreed. "Would you?"
Danny had already pulled out his phone, brought up the hospital number. He'd need to call any way after the weekend as they finished wrapping up the case, a few days earlier wouldn't do any harm. Steve seemed to tense up in the waiting and Danny petted him with his hand as he was put through a number of lines to the correct ward. Explaining his connection to the case he was finally given the details and thanked the nurse who politely explained the situation to him. Hanging up he looked at Steve with a smile.
"He's fine babe," Danny assured him. "Broken nose, black eye, lost a tooth but he's going to be fine. Fucker has already tried to attack two of the nurses and HPD have him under guard until he can be transferred to the high security hospital ward at the prison."
Steve sighed in relief, comforted by the news and the tension left his body again.
"Thats good," he replied.
"Yeah it is," Danny agreed. "You going to stop worrying now?"
"Thats only part of it Danny," Steve told him.
"I know," Danny retorted. "But we're working on the other part aren't we? Weekend isn't over. And if you think today is intense, tomorrow may get even worse for you."
"Yes Sir," Steve replied humbly.
He settled into a comforted silence, cuddling up to his Dom. He tried not to fight it but his eyes started drifting closed as Danny's fingers soothed up and down his neck. Danny gave him a soft shake and he woke with a start.
"Tired pet?" Danny asked him.
"Sorry Sir," Steve said quickly in apology but Danny gentled him with a hand brushing over his cheek.
"You've had a long day," Danny told him. "Get on upstairs, go to the bathroom, do your teeth. Put your wrist and ankle cuffs on and wait for me to come put you to bed."
He let Steve go on ahead of him, waiting a few minutes before he followed him up. Steve was waiting in front of the bed, reposed in his waiting position, a little uncomfortable on his sore ass. Danny smiled as he pulled the covers back on the bed and ordered him up on the bed, on his stomach, arms and legs stretched open.
"I know I said no chains," Danny told him. "But I'm not coming to bed yet, so you'll wear them until then. You comfortable?"
"Yes Sir," Steve said sleepily.
He didn't care what Danny did to him as long as he could sleep in the Master bed and not the fold out. Danny got four lengths of chain from the cupboard and attached them loosely to the four posts of the bed and Steve's cuffs. He removed the collar and put it on his bedside cabinet. Happy his sub wouldn't be going anywhere, he pulled out the soothing cream from his pocket. He rubbed some of it over Steve's ass and Steve almost purred in response at the cool feel against his tender skin.
"Okay pet?" Danny asked him, leaning over and brushing fingers over Steve's brow gently.
"Yes Sir," Steve whispered, eyes already closed.
"You need me just shout, I'll leave the door open and I'm only going to read for a little longer," Danny assured him, pulling the sheet over him. He leaned down and pressed a kiss to Steve's lips. "'Night pet."
"G'night Master," Steve replied with a sleep breath.
Danny needed a little longer to wind down. Steve was wrung out by the day, physically, mentally and emotionally. Danny thought on his sub, how the worry of the perp had weighed heavy on his mind. He hoped after this weekend and Steve talking about it had lifted the stress a little for him. Enough to operate like normal once more. They'd not had many intense weekends like this one, nothing ever warranted such extremes and he smiled at the memory of the very first time he'd introduced Steve to such a weekend. It had taken Steve sometime to adjust to the more drastic measures, but ultimately it had been a very freeing, thrilling experience for him.
He read and watched TV for the next few hours. It wasn't late, he'd put Steve to bed early but he'd needed the rest. Eventually Danny checked the house was secure and went upstairs himself, Steve was asleep, a content look on his face. The sight of him lain out awaiting his Masters coming to bed warmed Danny's heart and he quickly went to the bathroom himself, brushed his teeth and went to stand at the doorway of the bathroom, simply staring at his lover in the bed. Even under the thin bed sheet Steve's form was inviting, he watched Steve shift, lifting a little as he turned his head from one side to the other. Danny realised he was awake and felt guilty, obviously his coming to bed had broken his sleep.
"Sir?" Steve said quietly as he looked over at Danny leaning against the doorpost. "You coming to bed?"
"Yeah, I'm coming pet," Danny replied, walking over to him. He pulled the sheet away carefully, ran a hand down Steve's legs slowly to untie his ankle cuff.
"Master?" Steve said as his fingers fumbled with the clasp. "Maybe you could leave them on for a little longer?"
Danny paused, looked up over the form of his lover. Steve was looking at him from an awkward angle and the expression in his eyes was one of invitation.
"Well I would pet," Danny replied with a small smile. The rest for Steve had evidently revitalised him enough to flirt with his Dom. "But where am I going to sleep if you're taking up all of the bed?"
"Are you really all that tired?" Steve asked, shifting his eyes from Danny. "Sir."
"Keeping you in line all day pet tends to tire out a Dom," Danny replied, but he pulled his hands away from Steve ankle.
"I'm sure you'll think of something for your pet to make it up to his Master," Steve said, giving a small shake of his ass.
Danny chuckled at his pets flirtatious nature but crawled up onto the bed, leaned right over his lover as he planted his hands either side of Steve's head.
"I think you've already thought up something," Danny said knowingly. "You really are a cock slut aren't you Steven?"
"Just for yours Sir," Steve replied with a smile, lifting his ass a little in response.
"Maybe I should warm that ass up with my hand again, teach you not to be so obvious," Danny said as he lowered down a little, his hardening cock brushing up against Steve's ass.
Steve considered the warning carefully and was good enough to look chastened, biting down on any smart reply he wished to make. He didn't want Danny to go down that route, his ass couldn't take any more today. Danny chuckled and lowered down to lick his sub's neck.
"Don't worry pet," Danny assured him, mouth resting at Steve's ear as he rocked his hips back and forth just a little, cock growing harder. "Only punishment you'll be getting is my cock grinding onto your prostate. You like that pet don't you? When I slide deep, scratch that itch."
Steve groaned happily in reponse and buried his face down into the pillow. Danny chuckled and pulled back, grabbed the lube from the side cabinet and smeared some onto his hands and into the cleft of Steve's ass. Dipping fingers down he rubbed against Steve's hole before pressing inside, spearing and preparing him quickly. Palming his cock he lubed up in readiness to enter his lover again. Steve writhed and moaned, chains clinking gently from the movement.
Danny lined up and started pressing forward, Steve was prepped well enough already and sighed happily as Danny stretched his hole and settled inside. He shifted his head again, laying his head to one side and relaxing under his Master's ministrations.
"Yeah that what you need pet?" Danny asked, hands running up his back gently.
"Yes Sir," Steve breathed out heavily.
Danny leaned his weight forward, using Steve's shoulders to prop himself up as he started pistoning his hips back and forth. Steve groaned under the weight and feel of cock sliding in and out of his hole easily. Danny set up a steady rhythm, not chasing anything just yet, just enjoying the feel of fucking his lover. Every now and then Steve's arms would pull at their chains, his body would tense and shiver relaxed and Danny thrusted a little more firmly.
Steve jerked and buried his face down into the pillow with an 'oh fuck'. Grinning Danny thrusted at the same angle, receiving a similar response from Steve. Now every time Steve's limbs jumped in their chains, his entire body tensed in reaction, relaxed as Danny pulled out, shuddered when he slid in.
"Oh fuck, oh fuck Master," Steve moaned out catching his breath.
"That what you need slut?" Danny said with a smile, loving how Steve's ass contracted around him, making it feel tighter a space to fuck into. Steve always felt incredible to make love to, his body entirely responsive to every move Danny made.
"Yeah, yes Sir, fuck, feels good," Steve gasped out. "Oh fuck, fuck, fuck me Sir. Please, please, fuck."
"Please what Steven?" Danny pushed, knowing Steve was close. Ass being fucked thoroughly by his Master, cock caught between his body and the mattress. He's already suffered once without being allowed to come.
Steve whimpered, some low growling hum deep in his throat, desperate and needing but fearing Danny's teasing response. Danny didn't let up on his rhythm and let his sub suffer, not giving him the easy way out. Danny was close himself but if Steve wanted to come, he could ask like a good boy.
"May I come Master?" Steve gasped out desperately. Danny was really driving him crazy with need.
"Ask nicely Steven," Danny said through gritted teeth, his own self discipline was only going to last so much longer.
"Please, fuck, please Master, allow your cock slut to come for you," Steven managed to grit out pleadingly. "Please. Please."
Danny knew he had the power to be really cruel and withold the permission. And Steve would follow orders, despite the desperate need and assault of Danny's cock. That was the kind of power Danny had over his sub, especially when he was deep like today. The rush of power that channelled through him made him dizzy as he slid in and out of the warm embrace Steve provided him. But Danny wasn't a cruel Master, his demands could be tough, his expectations always held at a high level. But he believed in reward as well as a firm hand and Steve had responded well to his treatment so far.
Danny settled low, tongue licking at Steve's neck again before he whispered in a dark humming tone against his pets skin.
"Come for me baby, want to feel you," Danny allowed.
Whether it was the words or his constant movement, hips pistoning in and out as he chased his own edge, Steve groaned and shuddered under him. Danny let out a gasping 'oh fuck' as he felt Steve's ass contract and grip around him, feeling the body under him squirm and writhe in orgasm. Danny followed his lover into the realms of bliss, his hips stuttering forward as he buried deep into the warmth, emptying himself into his subs willing body, grinding his hips like he could somehow climb into the skin of his pet.
He collapsed down and lay heavily against Steve as they both breathed deep. He knew it wouldn't be comfortable but for the now, Danny was happy to lay where he was, his partner secured safely under him where he belonged. Steve's breath evened out and Danny eventually shifted, limbs heavy with tiredness. He climbed off the bed and glanced at the fold out. He could quite easily collapse onto the thing and sleep, but that wasn't fair on Steve. He quickly removed the cuffs on his ankles and left the chains to dangle from the posts. He did the same with the wrist cuffs and Steve rolled away to make room.
There was a definite wet, sticky patch in the middle of the bed pressing into his thigh and Danny grimaced, but he was too tired to change the sheets. Steve rolled into his arms, plastering himself to him and despite the warm night, Danny wrapped his arms around him and pulled him close.
"Tomorrow, if you wake up before me you have permission to get out of bed," Danny yawned sleepily. "Try not to wake me, because if you do, first thing you get will be a tanning. You can wait for me by the bed in your down position."
"Yes Sir," Steve slurred sleepily, barely registering Danny's words.
"Night pet," Danny said with a soft squeeze.
Steve was already sleeping.
~
(Part Four)
Steve seemed sapped of strength as he crawled to the sofa, dragged himself up and lay down, pulling a cushion to him and burying his face into it. Danny followed him over, carefully rubbed the cream well into the now bright, deep red of his ass. He was gentle, trying not to drag his fingers too much over the pained flesh. Steve didn't move, arms clinging around the cushion and Danny let him have his moment, be it to dry his tears or compose himself.
Satisfied he'd covered the area well with cream he stood and gave Steve's shoulder a squeeze to get his attention.
"Let me sit down pet," he said softly, waiting for Steve to pull back a little.
He settled on the sofa, Steve burying his face against his thigh instead, a hand snaked up around his waist. Danny just waited, ran his fingers over Steve's back, up over his shoulders, through his hair.
"You okay?" Danny asked eventually.
Steve sighed and turned his face a little, shifting to get more comfortable as he lay against his Dom.
"Better than," he replied, sounding tired.
"Good, thats good pet," Danny soothed, still stroking his hair.
"Danny?" Steve asked and Danny gave a small smile. It was Steve's signal to talk. No Master, no sub. Just Steve needing to let something out, big or small, trusting his words would fall on ears willing to listen and understand, no matter what they were.
"Yeah babe?" Danny replied.
"I've not felt like that for a while," Steve admitted. "I mean we've seen shit Danny, we've dealt with some really fucked up things. But this case, I don't know why this case, but it was like something broke in me, opened up the flood gates. I used to feel like that all the time, after most missions I'd been assigned too. Only there was never an out then, not like this. I don't like feeling like that Danny, it scares me, makes me do things I know I shouldn't be doing, like a voice tells me to stop but I just can't. You know, when I was beating on that guy, I would have kept going if you hadn't stopped me. I'd have killed him Danny, just kept beating him until he was dead. Thats fucked up. What kind of person does that? What kind of person does that make me?"
"Don't Steve," Danny stopped him before he could continue. "You are not like them."
"Fuck Danny they'd just beaten and mutilated several people," Steve sighed, voice low and trembling again. "How does that make me different?"
"Because you stopped," Danny told him. "You stopped babe."
"No, you stopped me," Steve retorted. "If you hadn't been there."
"I was," Danny assured him.
"But if you hadn't of been," Steve sighed, turning his face again to press into Danny's thigh. Danny could feel the wet damp of tears filtering through the thin material of his dress pants.
"I was," Danny told him again. "I will always be there. And if I'm not, someone else will be. You aren't alone Steve, ever. You have me, you have the team, you have back up. That gang, those men, they're monsters. They thrive on the thrill of creating chaos and evil and fucking people over. That's not you babe. You got angry, this case, it was fucked up, you snapped. It happens. Gonna be a case where I snap, it could be nothing in particular that makes it happen but it will happen. But I've got you and Chin and Kono watching out for me, so I know, when it happens, you can reign me back in, help me through it. You are not a bad person Steve, if it means me taking control for a while, taking you down deep just to convince you of that, then I'm going to do it."
Steve didn't reply, just lay there resting until his breathing evened out again and he could control his emotions somewhat. Danny rested a hand on his neck, ran his thumb up against his ear lobe waiting.
"Thanks Danny," Steve sighed as he rolled a little onto his side, glancing up at his lover. "For this weekend."
"Not over yet," Danny promised.
"I know," Steve assured him he understood that fact. "But thanks any way. I need it."
"I know you do," Danny replied, fingers brushing over his cheek.
"Can I go to the bathroom Sir?" Steve asked, already slipping back into sub mode. His need to talk had slipped away for now, but Danny knew it was only the start of Steve talking out the situation. At least he knew where Steve's head was at concerning the case.
"Yes," Danny told him. "Take everything back upstairs with you, you can remove your ankle cuffs as well."
Steve got up from the couch and picked up the spreader bar, gag and paddle. Danny held his hand out for it and Steve looked momentarily panicked, like maybe he was in for another spanking. Danny just smiled and motioned him to bend down towards him.
"Show your thanks to the paddle that punishes you so thoroughly pet," Danny told him.
Steve gave a smile of relief and pressed his lips to the paddle, before taking it from him and leaving to put everything away.
It was getting late and Danny went to prepare supper. Steve returned to him on his hands and knees and got into his down position by the table before he was ordered. Danny turned and looked over at him before focusing back on the food.
"Go lie back down pet," Danny told him. "You've earned yourself a small break."
"Thank you Master," Steve said quietly, crawling off into the living room.
Danny went back to the living room and found Steve on the sofa, hugging a cushion, watching the doorway waiting for him to appear. He sat up as Danny approached with the plates.
"You can kneel by me," Danny allowed. "Here."
He handed Steve his plate as he settled on his knees by the sofa, taking his plate. Danny sat down and turned on the tv and they settled into an easy silence as they ate. Once finished he sent Steve to tidy up the kitchen and when he returned he pulled him beside him on the sofa, let him stretch out to rest his ass and knees. Steve rested his head content on Danny's lap, paying little attention to what was on the tv and more to the way Danny's fingers drifted over his skin, back and forth.
"Do you think he's okay?" Steve asked suddenly.
Danny frowned, wondering what he was talking about as he caught up with the subject.
"I think it looked worse than it was," Danny replied honestly.
He remembered all the blood pouring from the guys face, mainly from his nose which was most likely broken. Steve's blows had caused it to spatter up over his cheeks, down his mouth, onto his forehead. His lip had been busted and there'd been the gurgle of blood and saliva as the guy breathed heavy and choking. But once the ambulance had arrived and the guys had cleaned him up a little, the guys face was busted up, but nothing he wouldn't survive. It was obvious the idea Steve could have killed him outright was weighing heavy on his mind. Steve had killed plenty of people, and that never rested easy on anyones conscience, bad guy or no, Danny knew. It had happened to him. He still remembered the first perp he'd had to shoot to kill. Remembered perfectly the guys features, what clothes he was wearing, what he looked like lying on the ground with a bullet in his chest, red soaking his light blue shirt.
But Danny was a cop and he'd not had to take down a perp like that often. For Steve it was different and Danny knew his body count was higher. He couldn't imagine he easily forgot faces, in Dannys experience, they were recorded like photgraphs on the mind.
"You've got to let it go Steve," he said when Steve fell silent again.
"Just, keep thinking about him," Steve sighed heavily.
"Want me to call the hospital? Get the details?" Danny asked him. "May help you put this to rest once and for all."
"Yeah, maybe we could do that," Steve agreed. "Would you?"
Danny had already pulled out his phone, brought up the hospital number. He'd need to call any way after the weekend as they finished wrapping up the case, a few days earlier wouldn't do any harm. Steve seemed to tense up in the waiting and Danny petted him with his hand as he was put through a number of lines to the correct ward. Explaining his connection to the case he was finally given the details and thanked the nurse who politely explained the situation to him. Hanging up he looked at Steve with a smile.
"He's fine babe," Danny assured him. "Broken nose, black eye, lost a tooth but he's going to be fine. Fucker has already tried to attack two of the nurses and HPD have him under guard until he can be transferred to the high security hospital ward at the prison."
Steve sighed in relief, comforted by the news and the tension left his body again.
"Thats good," he replied.
"Yeah it is," Danny agreed. "You going to stop worrying now?"
"Thats only part of it Danny," Steve told him.
"I know," Danny retorted. "But we're working on the other part aren't we? Weekend isn't over. And if you think today is intense, tomorrow may get even worse for you."
"Yes Sir," Steve replied humbly.
He settled into a comforted silence, cuddling up to his Dom. He tried not to fight it but his eyes started drifting closed as Danny's fingers soothed up and down his neck. Danny gave him a soft shake and he woke with a start.
"Tired pet?" Danny asked him.
"Sorry Sir," Steve said quickly in apology but Danny gentled him with a hand brushing over his cheek.
"You've had a long day," Danny told him. "Get on upstairs, go to the bathroom, do your teeth. Put your wrist and ankle cuffs on and wait for me to come put you to bed."
He let Steve go on ahead of him, waiting a few minutes before he followed him up. Steve was waiting in front of the bed, reposed in his waiting position, a little uncomfortable on his sore ass. Danny smiled as he pulled the covers back on the bed and ordered him up on the bed, on his stomach, arms and legs stretched open.
"I know I said no chains," Danny told him. "But I'm not coming to bed yet, so you'll wear them until then. You comfortable?"
"Yes Sir," Steve said sleepily.
He didn't care what Danny did to him as long as he could sleep in the Master bed and not the fold out. Danny got four lengths of chain from the cupboard and attached them loosely to the four posts of the bed and Steve's cuffs. He removed the collar and put it on his bedside cabinet. Happy his sub wouldn't be going anywhere, he pulled out the soothing cream from his pocket. He rubbed some of it over Steve's ass and Steve almost purred in response at the cool feel against his tender skin.
"Okay pet?" Danny asked him, leaning over and brushing fingers over Steve's brow gently.
"Yes Sir," Steve whispered, eyes already closed.
"You need me just shout, I'll leave the door open and I'm only going to read for a little longer," Danny assured him, pulling the sheet over him. He leaned down and pressed a kiss to Steve's lips. "'Night pet."
"G'night Master," Steve replied with a sleep breath.
Danny needed a little longer to wind down. Steve was wrung out by the day, physically, mentally and emotionally. Danny thought on his sub, how the worry of the perp had weighed heavy on his mind. He hoped after this weekend and Steve talking about it had lifted the stress a little for him. Enough to operate like normal once more. They'd not had many intense weekends like this one, nothing ever warranted such extremes and he smiled at the memory of the very first time he'd introduced Steve to such a weekend. It had taken Steve sometime to adjust to the more drastic measures, but ultimately it had been a very freeing, thrilling experience for him.
He read and watched TV for the next few hours. It wasn't late, he'd put Steve to bed early but he'd needed the rest. Eventually Danny checked the house was secure and went upstairs himself, Steve was asleep, a content look on his face. The sight of him lain out awaiting his Masters coming to bed warmed Danny's heart and he quickly went to the bathroom himself, brushed his teeth and went to stand at the doorway of the bathroom, simply staring at his lover in the bed. Even under the thin bed sheet Steve's form was inviting, he watched Steve shift, lifting a little as he turned his head from one side to the other. Danny realised he was awake and felt guilty, obviously his coming to bed had broken his sleep.
"Sir?" Steve said quietly as he looked over at Danny leaning against the doorpost. "You coming to bed?"
"Yeah, I'm coming pet," Danny replied, walking over to him. He pulled the sheet away carefully, ran a hand down Steve's legs slowly to untie his ankle cuff.
"Master?" Steve said as his fingers fumbled with the clasp. "Maybe you could leave them on for a little longer?"
Danny paused, looked up over the form of his lover. Steve was looking at him from an awkward angle and the expression in his eyes was one of invitation.
"Well I would pet," Danny replied with a small smile. The rest for Steve had evidently revitalised him enough to flirt with his Dom. "But where am I going to sleep if you're taking up all of the bed?"
"Are you really all that tired?" Steve asked, shifting his eyes from Danny. "Sir."
"Keeping you in line all day pet tends to tire out a Dom," Danny replied, but he pulled his hands away from Steve ankle.
"I'm sure you'll think of something for your pet to make it up to his Master," Steve said, giving a small shake of his ass.
Danny chuckled at his pets flirtatious nature but crawled up onto the bed, leaned right over his lover as he planted his hands either side of Steve's head.
"I think you've already thought up something," Danny said knowingly. "You really are a cock slut aren't you Steven?"
"Just for yours Sir," Steve replied with a smile, lifting his ass a little in response.
"Maybe I should warm that ass up with my hand again, teach you not to be so obvious," Danny said as he lowered down a little, his hardening cock brushing up against Steve's ass.
Steve considered the warning carefully and was good enough to look chastened, biting down on any smart reply he wished to make. He didn't want Danny to go down that route, his ass couldn't take any more today. Danny chuckled and lowered down to lick his sub's neck.
"Don't worry pet," Danny assured him, mouth resting at Steve's ear as he rocked his hips back and forth just a little, cock growing harder. "Only punishment you'll be getting is my cock grinding onto your prostate. You like that pet don't you? When I slide deep, scratch that itch."
Steve groaned happily in reponse and buried his face down into the pillow. Danny chuckled and pulled back, grabbed the lube from the side cabinet and smeared some onto his hands and into the cleft of Steve's ass. Dipping fingers down he rubbed against Steve's hole before pressing inside, spearing and preparing him quickly. Palming his cock he lubed up in readiness to enter his lover again. Steve writhed and moaned, chains clinking gently from the movement.
Danny lined up and started pressing forward, Steve was prepped well enough already and sighed happily as Danny stretched his hole and settled inside. He shifted his head again, laying his head to one side and relaxing under his Master's ministrations.
"Yeah that what you need pet?" Danny asked, hands running up his back gently.
"Yes Sir," Steve breathed out heavily.
Danny leaned his weight forward, using Steve's shoulders to prop himself up as he started pistoning his hips back and forth. Steve groaned under the weight and feel of cock sliding in and out of his hole easily. Danny set up a steady rhythm, not chasing anything just yet, just enjoying the feel of fucking his lover. Every now and then Steve's arms would pull at their chains, his body would tense and shiver relaxed and Danny thrusted a little more firmly.
Steve jerked and buried his face down into the pillow with an 'oh fuck'. Grinning Danny thrusted at the same angle, receiving a similar response from Steve. Now every time Steve's limbs jumped in their chains, his entire body tensed in reaction, relaxed as Danny pulled out, shuddered when he slid in.
"Oh fuck, oh fuck Master," Steve moaned out catching his breath.
"That what you need slut?" Danny said with a smile, loving how Steve's ass contracted around him, making it feel tighter a space to fuck into. Steve always felt incredible to make love to, his body entirely responsive to every move Danny made.
"Yeah, yes Sir, fuck, feels good," Steve gasped out. "Oh fuck, fuck, fuck me Sir. Please, please, fuck."
"Please what Steven?" Danny pushed, knowing Steve was close. Ass being fucked thoroughly by his Master, cock caught between his body and the mattress. He's already suffered once without being allowed to come.
Steve whimpered, some low growling hum deep in his throat, desperate and needing but fearing Danny's teasing response. Danny didn't let up on his rhythm and let his sub suffer, not giving him the easy way out. Danny was close himself but if Steve wanted to come, he could ask like a good boy.
"May I come Master?" Steve gasped out desperately. Danny was really driving him crazy with need.
"Ask nicely Steven," Danny said through gritted teeth, his own self discipline was only going to last so much longer.
"Please, fuck, please Master, allow your cock slut to come for you," Steven managed to grit out pleadingly. "Please. Please."
Danny knew he had the power to be really cruel and withold the permission. And Steve would follow orders, despite the desperate need and assault of Danny's cock. That was the kind of power Danny had over his sub, especially when he was deep like today. The rush of power that channelled through him made him dizzy as he slid in and out of the warm embrace Steve provided him. But Danny wasn't a cruel Master, his demands could be tough, his expectations always held at a high level. But he believed in reward as well as a firm hand and Steve had responded well to his treatment so far.
Danny settled low, tongue licking at Steve's neck again before he whispered in a dark humming tone against his pets skin.
"Come for me baby, want to feel you," Danny allowed.
Whether it was the words or his constant movement, hips pistoning in and out as he chased his own edge, Steve groaned and shuddered under him. Danny let out a gasping 'oh fuck' as he felt Steve's ass contract and grip around him, feeling the body under him squirm and writhe in orgasm. Danny followed his lover into the realms of bliss, his hips stuttering forward as he buried deep into the warmth, emptying himself into his subs willing body, grinding his hips like he could somehow climb into the skin of his pet.
He collapsed down and lay heavily against Steve as they both breathed deep. He knew it wouldn't be comfortable but for the now, Danny was happy to lay where he was, his partner secured safely under him where he belonged. Steve's breath evened out and Danny eventually shifted, limbs heavy with tiredness. He climbed off the bed and glanced at the fold out. He could quite easily collapse onto the thing and sleep, but that wasn't fair on Steve. He quickly removed the cuffs on his ankles and left the chains to dangle from the posts. He did the same with the wrist cuffs and Steve rolled away to make room.
There was a definite wet, sticky patch in the middle of the bed pressing into his thigh and Danny grimaced, but he was too tired to change the sheets. Steve rolled into his arms, plastering himself to him and despite the warm night, Danny wrapped his arms around him and pulled him close.
"Tomorrow, if you wake up before me you have permission to get out of bed," Danny yawned sleepily. "Try not to wake me, because if you do, first thing you get will be a tanning. You can wait for me by the bed in your down position."
"Yes Sir," Steve slurred sleepily, barely registering Danny's words.
"Night pet," Danny said with a soft squeeze.
Steve was already sleeping.
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(Part Four)