Danny checked round the room one more time before looking at his watch for what must have been the hundredth time in the past hour. The bed was neatly made, the blinds were drawn, and all the things he hoped would be needed were on the nightstand.
Don had called to say he'd been delayed and Danny hadn't been able to prevent a groan of disappointment escaping.
"Don't worry, baby, it's only traffic, I've left the station, no one is calling me back tonight, I promise."
In the past two weeks both men's rest days had been cancelled and even their nights together had been curtailed by one or other of them working longer hours than they'd planned. Now they had put in requests to their supervisors that, just overnight, they not be contacted unless a major emergency occurred. Danny knew Mac would honour that and Don had seemed pretty confident his captain would as well although neither man knew why the request had been made.
The day had crawled by but now it was Monday evening and, until the following morning, Danny had no intention of leaving his home unless Don wanted to. With what he had planned the nervous young man hoped that wouldn't happen.
Their lovemaking had grown in intensity during the time they'd been together. Danny knew, however, six months into the relationship, Don was still taking things easy, letting him dictate the speed they went. Tonight that should all change.
The apartment was neat and tidy, he had been extra careful to keep it that way so nothing would distract the two men from each other and now, as he waited for the buzz of the entry phone, his heart rate increased and he licked his lips in anticipation. To increase his excitement Danny had removed his clothes as soon as he'd arrived home an hour before. He loved the decadence of walking around naked, feeling the warm air on his body and he'd let his fingers play with all his erogenous zones as he'd finished his preparations. Now Danny ran his hand up and down his hardening cock, imagining it was Don's fingers working their magic instead of his own. Glancing at the clock Danny worked out he probably had about five or ten minutes left alone and, with a nervous but excited sigh, he began his final preparations.
Don had turned down the offer of drinks with Mac and Hawkes to get to Danny. He had tried to be as noncommittal as he could about where he was going, not wanting to have to remember falsehoods later. He hoped his excuse of needing all the down time at home he could get had rung true with his colleagues. One day, if things carried on as they were, he and Danny would come clean to their friends, but that was a way off yet even though he would happily shout it from the rooftops. Instead, in deference to Danny and his hesitancy, he tried to convince himself the secrecy was all part of the fun.
The homicide cop wondered what his lover was up to. They usually met for a meal at a downtown restaurant before a shared evening together, retiring to one apartment or the other afterwards to take the relationship a little further, a little deeper. Don smiled as a picture of his lover, naked and lying back wantonly on his bed, came to the forefront of his mind. It was the type of vision he could enjoy all the way home, especially when the traffic was so slow moving. Danny had begun calling him 'sir' in the bedroom almost immediately their relationship had begun and, even when they were apart, the memory of the word, and the way it was said, could start his pulse racing.
Don knew he was Danny's first male lover and everything was new to him. For that reason alone he was prepared to take things slowly for as long as it took for Danny to be accepting of everything they did. He seemed to like the opportunity to relinquish all responsibility over to his partner in the bedroom though, to lie back, quite literally, and let things happen to him. That suited Don just fine; he needed to be in charge, in his public and private life, although he knew not everyone felt as he did. He was aware of quite a few publicly powerful figures that, in private, were very submissive and he could understand their need for things to be separated in that way. All he had ever wanted was to give pleasure, but in his own manner.
The parking garage under Danny's building was almost full but Don found a space in a dark corner and parked up quickly. He was on his way towards the elevator before he remembered the wine still in his trunk. Rushing back to grab it he wondered whether it was excitement or absentmindedness that caused him to forget.
The voice on the other end of the entry phone sounded a little breathless, a little different, but Don didn't really take it in. He listened instead for the sound of the buzzer allowing him access to the building and then made his way up in the elevator, trying to keep the smile off his face and the tightening from his groin so he didn't embarrass himself or the other occupant of the lift. He didn't succeed in either and kept his eyes averted for the entire journey.
Don turned the key in the lock and made his way into the hall. His outdoor coat was quickly hung up on one of the vacant hooks on the wall as he looked around for Danny, expecting him to be waiting nearby. Instead there was a piece of paper on the floor with an arrow on it pointing towards the bedroom and, the smile growing ever bigger, Don followed it. What he saw when he entered the room took his breath away.
Danny was kneeling by the side of the bed, his hands clasped behind his back; head down in a position of submission. He was also totally naked; his cock rock hard and already leaking pre-cum.
"Please, Sir, my body is yours. Take me." Danny's voice was husky; he couldn't believe how aroused he felt at being so open to his partner's gaze.
"Oh, God, Danny." Don dropped to his knees in front of his lover; he began to kiss him, running his hands into the dirty blond hair, pulling at it, massaging it as he fought to gain control of the situation presented to him.
"May I undress you, Sir?" Danny moved away from his lover's insistent lips and spoke quietly.
"Yes, my little one, undress me, I want to join you." Don ran his hand through his own hair. He couldn't believe how aroused he was, how excited by what he was seeing. His shirt, tie, pants, socks and footwear came off and, when Don was only wearing his tight white shorts, he rested his hand on a naked shoulder; Danny stopped touching and looked up.
"Please, Sir?"
"Kiss it, take me through the cloth and suck me." The words were growled out and Danny immediately did as he was told. "Ohhhh, fuck, Danny, yeah." Don sat down on the side of the bed and it was then he noticed the other things Danny had waiting for him.
"Stand up, my pet, show yourself to me."
Danny, shocked at the instruction and reluctant to stop, paused a second, his mouth still sucking on the now hard outline of Don's cock through this shorts.
"Sir?"
"What's all this?" Don swept his hand across the nightstand and then reached out to grasp his lover's nipples, pulling one with each hand and moving him closer. "Explain yourself."
"I want to give myself to you, Sir, to do whatever you wish me to, now, tonight, all night." Danny fell to his knees and looked up. "When we're together, like this, you're my master; I want to belong to you, please, Donny, please." The tears in Danny's eyes warmed Don's heart almost as much as the words. He pulled the younger man into his embrace and began to kiss him passionately, their tongues dancing for a moment before he claimed Danny's mouth as his own. Finally, unable to survive without air any longer, Don pulled back, his lips blushed and bruised by his lover's amorousness.
"Very well. I'm going to have a shower, you will wait for me, on the bed, you won't touch yourself, but you will use this." Don indicated for Danny to lie down and then, when he was in a position suitable for his needs, Don chose a silk scarf from the nightstand. He picked up a vibrator also lying there and draped it in the soft material. Once that was done he raised Danny's legs and placed it between them. The tip just missed the now panting younger man's balls; instead it moved back and forth on his thigh, Don ran the loose end of the scarf up and over his cock. The vibrator was stimulating Danny just below where he could get any type of release while the material fluttered across his cock, gently touching something that screamed for relief already. A second scarf was also on the nightstand and Don quickly tied that around Danny's eyes. The loss of vision immediately increased the sensations in his groin and Danny moaned aloud.
"Ohhhh, God, Don, please, I won't cum, I promise, but let me touch, let me play."
"No, my pet, you will not touch yourself." He picked up the free end of a pair of handcuffs, which Danny had attached to the headboard. He fixed them around the right wrist and then did the same with another set. Danny was now his, and he could do what he wanted to him. With a smile unseen by anyone, Don ran a finger across his lover's chest, he purposely missed the rock hard nipples, weaving and dancing around them instead. Danny was squirming enough to dislodge the vibrator and, as it fell, Don slapped him lightly on the thigh causing a cry to go up.
"Did I say you could move?"
"N ... no, Sir. I'm sorry, but you ... your fingers."
"Are you saying this is my fault?" Don placed his hand on Danny's abdomen and began to once again run his fingers across the soft, tanned skin. He let them move down into the pubic pelt, pulling gently on the hair and watching as Danny tried desperately to keep still.
"No, no, Sir, I ... know it's my fault, please, let me ... oh, God, Donny ... I want to try again." The darkness and the sensations on his skin, as well as the chance to be so submissive, were driving Danny insane and, knowing he was already in trouble, he humped the air in desperation.
"Baby, you have gone to so much effort, do you really want me to punish you?" Don, trying desperately to wipe the grin off his face, grasped Danny's weeping cock and then flexed his fingers.
"Ohhhhhh, fuck, Sir, oh, oh. Anything, if you'll let me cum, I'll put up with anything." Danny flexed his hips, gaining just a little momentum and, feeling his master's hand move slightly against his hard sex, moaned with frustration.
"You, my little slut, will not cum until I tell you to. Is that understood?" Again Don tightened his grip until the pleasure was just turning to pain and Danny tried to move away from him. "I said, 'is that understood'?"
