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Becoming His Pt. 03
The white light that entered through the curtains woke me up. It was a white overcast day. It took me a minute to realize I was in Julian's bedroom. Slowly I turned around in the dark bedsheets and saw him sleeping soundly. He didn't look that menacing when he was sleeping. His sleepy face softened his strong features: his sharp jawline and his high-bridged nose. His short dark brown hair was all messy and he looked like he needed to shave...
I grabbed my phone from the night table. 11:00 a.m. Quite late, but we did have fun last night. I sank back into the soft pillows thinking about what happened...the three guys back at the club... Their smell and their taste... It was all coming back to me, like in a dream. All of their cum in my mouth and on my chest... Something I never expected to do in real life... I got lost in my memories...
I snapped out of it when I heard Julian waking up. He stretched his arms upwards weaving his fingers and pushing them up, causing the white duvet to drop a bit uncovering his abs and the trail of trimmed hairs all the way to his soft fat cock.
"Morning..." He mumbled.
"Hi..." I replied.
"I need some coffee...You want something...?" He offered, scratching his head and getting up on the right side of the bed.
"Coffee's fine," I replied.
He then grabbed some black boxers from his closet and put them on. I did the same thing finding my underwear and shirt on a pile of my stuff. At some point last night, he had organized and folded my clothes neatly on a chair, as he used to do in the room.
We both walked lazily to the kitchen/ living room area. I could finally take a good look at the apartment. The room was an open concept divided by an island that served as a table, with tall black stools on each side. In the living room, he had a comfy beige sectional sofa, that matched the minimal design of the apartment.
I thought about how hard it was to keep light-colored furniture clean, while he put a moka pot on the stove. He prepared some fruits and toast to eat. I sat on the other side and helped him set the table. Once everything was ready, he sat down. I noticed he wasn't all there. His hazel eyes looked lost in his thoughts.
"What's wrong?" I asked while he poured some hot coffee into our mugs.
"Nothing...It's just... I don't normally bring people over..." He admitted.
I could tell but I decided to keep my mouth shut. There was something about the apartment... It had everything you needed, but it didn't feel inviting.
"So...why did you bring me over then?"
"I don't know..." He said sipping his black coffee.
It dawned on me that we had never had a normal conversation, outside of the room he rented to fuck me. We had met several times there. I had been fucked, spanked, tied and tortured, edged, and made cum several times too. We didn't know much about each other and to be fair, I didn't know where our relationship was going.
"What about Samuel, did you bring him here?" I asked tentatively while tasting the oranges he had peeled and cut into segments. The oranges were sweet and juicy.
"Samuel huh? So... you were paying attention yesterday..." He said showing me his bright smile, masking the hesitant tone in his voice.
" Well...If we're going to talk about exes. You go first..." He demanded while spreading butter on some toast. I could sense Julian wanted to keep control of the conversation...
"Well, I have only been in one relationship. I lost my virginity to my senior in college. We dated for a few months and then he broke up with me. He wanted to see other people and he didn't want to date a guy that's still in the closet. Since then, I've been in the dating game I guess... Before you came along, I was just hooking up with guys on Grindr. "
"Your senior huh?" He responded with a smirk.
"Yeah...It's your turn now...Tell me about Samuel..." I added, pointing at him with a fork I was using to pick fruit.
"...Samuel was the last boy-toy I had... It was...complicated..."
"You see...when I got into the BDSM world, it seemed perfect for me... I could satisfy my selfish needs and the ones of a guy who wanted to be a sub... I could devote as much time and money as I wanted to it. It sounded like a win-win situation for both parties..."
I listened attentively while holding the mug between my hands.
"I met him at a BDSM event. He was a bit on the short side but had an amazing body. He was working as a go-go dancer. That's why Paolo knew of him. We tried to have some sort of relationship but I didn't spend enough time in it... I lost sight of things; I got so invested in my career. Working at the gym and an investment company was too much. I didn't have time to waste. It also didn't help that I was terribly possessive of him. So, he ended things... It was a tough breakup."
"Anyhow... I don't know why I'm giving you all these details..." He admitted sipping from his cup.
"You are doing it because you like me..." I cockily replied with a smile.
"You are a tease...you know that..."
"Try these..." He offered, holding a sliced strawberry, although it sounded more like a command.
I got close so he could put it in my mouth. It was more playful than sensual, but it was fun to see this side of him. I know he couldn't wait to direct my every move. I could see a glimmer in his eyes. His thirst for power. He couldn't stand me being in front of him and not on his feet. Both talking at eye level. I was relishing in this silly power struggle.
We continued teasing like that for a while. It felt odd to chit-chat like that. He was actually a nice guy, but I guessed it was true that he liked being in control. Maybe that's why he didn't do boyfriends. I was trying to put together the pieces of this puzzle.
We finished the food and then he did the dishes, while I tidied up the bedroom.
***
Hours went by and we were lounging in the living room. I was checking the stack of magazines under his coffee table. He had one of those glass tables with space underneath for books or décor. I was surprised he hadn't told me to go, or given me a hint. Maybe he actually liked spending time with me. Not just torturing or pounding me hard.
He was in front of me lying on the couch and I was sitting on one of the sofas. Both of us wearing nothing more than a T-shirt and our underwear.
I was checking out the magazines and noticed they were all leather and BDSM themed. You could say this is where he drew inspiration from. For me, they seemed a bit retro but I guess he liked the appeal.
"A lot of them are blond... Ooh. I like this guy, look at his legs." I pointed to one of the boys in the pictures. Some strawberry blond guy was leaning on a table. He was wearing nothing more than some black boots and a leather fetish cap.
"Yeah...You could say I have a thing... for swubmissive blond boys..."
"So... did you bring any of them here?" I teased propping my feet on the coffee table and seeing him flinch.
"No...well...first put your dirty feet down..."
"You see... I never brought any of my slaves here...." He looked at the window, lost in his memories.
"The other boys I had were perfect... It was me the one that needed to change..."
"What do you mean?" I asked leaving the magazine aside.
"Being a Master means, for most people, that it is you that holds all the power. When in reality, it's submission the ultimate form of control. As crazy as it sounds it is the sub or slave's decision to fulfill their master's wishes, thus they give you the power. They have the upper hand..."
"So...what happened then... with the guys before me?"
"All of them I met in BDSM groups, they chose me as their Master in a way... At that time, I was too inexperienced. I didn't know when to stop and could have ended up hurting someone if it weren't for safe words... My relationships never worked out."
"Before we met, I went to an event and saw a guy with his slave, he was walking with a dog mask on all fours. What caught my attention was the connection they had. Even if they were playing rough they would look into each other's eyes and know how far to go. You cannot fake that type of connection..."
"Last night, when I saw you throwing yourself at that guy... I just lost it and I knew I needed to do something..."
"Julian..." I dared saying his name...
"What I'm saying is would you like to be my boy for real? Something like an agreement. I've seen some people use contracts or chokers, but I thought a couple of rings could do the trick. We could talk about exclusivity... It would give us some guidelines and you could state what you want out of this relationship?"
He sounded like a crazy person at that point. I didn't know whether to run or stay, but for some reason, I got the feeling I got the upper hand. Perhaps he was right.
So...I just risked it. I wanted to see how far I could go. How badly did he want this?
"Ok, I'm game... I'll wear your ring or sign your contract if... you get on your knees and suck my cock."
"What?" He answered raising his eyebrows.
"I said get on your knees and suck my cock. I... do not like to repeat myself..." I quoted him and tried to sound confident. My legs were spread on the sofa.
... There was a moment of silence between us. I didn't dare break eye contact.
"Fine. If that's what it takes for you to be mine..." He replied in a calm voice.
I couldn't believe my eyes. When Julian, a 6ft4 guy dropped to his knees and approached me on all fours. He circled the coffee table to get to my chair and he looked up at me with his lewd green eyes. I had to contain a nervous smile. The whole situation was slowly turning me on. I didn't know there was this side to him.
"Master, do you want me to use my hands or just my mouth?" He asked in a soft deep voice. To see him, a muscular guy handle me the power to control him, was something I wasn't used to.
I stood up and caressed his brown hair.
"You may use your hands..." I replied unsure of what I was doing. I still couldn't believe what was happening. I could swear there wasn't a dominant bone in me or so I thought.
Carefully, Julian pulled my white briefs down to my knees. My semi-hard cock was exposed. I had trimmed the blond hairs around it, and we had taken a shower last night so I was clean.
