Training Leland [Hard Hits 12] (Siren Publishing Classic ManLove) Page 4

  “He’s only told us,” TJ said.

  “What is it?” Witt asked.

  Across the bar, Leland was making his way back to the table. There wasn’t much time.

  TJ leaned forward. “You have to promise not to say anything to him. I just want you to be aware.”

  “I won’t say anything until he tells me,” Witt agreed.

  “He was in a bad car accident when he was in his twenties. He lost his younger brother. He’s always blamed himself,” TJ said.

  “Damn.”

  “Yeah. Every time the anniversary comes around…” TJ said.

  Leland slid back into his chair next to Witt, forcing TJ to stop talking. “What I miss?”

  It was clear Leland was asking about the football game on the television across the bar. “The Bengals are still losing.”

  “Sounds about right,” Leland said.

  Witt’s eyes locked with TJ’s as the man slid out of his chair, grabbing the check. “I better get going. Parker is due home anytime now. We can talk more later,” TJ said.

  “Sounds good.”

  Adam followed TJ out of the bar, leaving Witt cozied up next to Leland. “Let’s get out of here.”

  “Something you want?” Leland asked.

  “Yes, there is. Let’s get out of here. Now.”

  The order was said on a low growl that Witt normally saved for his playroom. Leland scooted out from the table. When they got outside, Witt came in close, pulling Leland into the shadow of the building. He kissed him possessively, forcing his tongue inside his mouth. Their tongues flicked wildly, making Leland groan and twist his hands into Witt’s shirt. Witt’s heart was pounding by the time he broke his lips away.

  “Follow me back to my place,” Witt said.

  “Okay.”

  Witt got into his car parked on the street. He waited until Leland got behind the wheel of his own car before he turned the engine and pulled out into traffic. He drove across town to his house in the burbs, making sure Leland was behind him the entire way. They met on the porch of Witt’s Cape Cod house. He unlocked the door and took Leland’s hand as he went inside. He shut the door behind him, locking it and not bothering to turn on the lights. He turned Leland up against the wall, kissing him passionately. Leland grabbed at his shirt, trying to lift it up over Witt’s head.

  A groan tore from Leland as Witt locked his hands around Leland’s wrists, forcing them up against the wall. He took complete control of his sub’s mouth by taking the kiss deeper and by using his body to pin Leland up against the wall. Witt smoothed his hand down the front of Leland’s fly, stroking his cock. Leland moaned, thrusting his hips up into Witt’s touch. Things were spinning too far out of control. He had to put an end to this before he had his sub coming right now. Hungry for more, Witt broke his lips away and reluctantly moved his hand away from his sub’s cock.

  “We need to take this upstairs to my bedroom.”

  Leland moaned. “Are we serious then?”

  “Very. You’re not going to be fucking anyone but me for a very long time.”

  Another moan escaped Leland’s parted lips. He licked his swollen lips, wetting them. “I don’t want to fuck anyone but you.”

  Witt stepped back. “Undress.”

  Heat moved through Witt’s cock as Leland unbuttoned his shirt, kicked off his shoes, and dropped his shirt to the ground. Within seconds, Leland was standing naked before him. His dark tattoos were dangerously seductive. Witt wanted to kiss his way over those tattoos and down over his sub’s cock. Unable to keep control, Witt came in close, kissing Leland roughly as his hand slid down over his ass. The tips of his fingers moved between his ass cheeks, sliding over Leland’s hot rim. Leland groaned, clinging to Witt as he rubbed the pads of his fingers over his rim.

  Witt pulled away, giving Leland several hard spanks to his ass. “Upstairs. Now.”

  When Leland hesitated, Witt slid his hand up Leland’s neck, locking his hand down into his hair. With his hand locked down tight, Witt led the way upstairs, not letting go of Leland until he was standing next to his king-size bed. He turned on the light, casting a warm glow over Leland’s skin. Their eyes locked and Witt came in close. Leland was shaking.

  “Are you frightened of what I’m going to do to you?”

  “No. I can’t wait. I want all of it now.”

  Witt smiled. “Soon.”

  Witt’s mouth watered as his hand moved over Leland’s hard prick, giving it a soft, caressing squeeze. Leland swayed toward his chest as he swooned. He reluctantly pulled away from Leland, heading toward the closet to change. He changed into his leather chaps that were tight on his legs. Witt worked leather bands around his biceps. He slipped a cock ring down over his throbbing prick, groaning when the ring tightened around the base of his shaft. He reached for a blindfold and flogger. It was time to go to work on his submissive. Leland’s prick was dripping with pre-cum.

  “Ready?” Witt asked.

  “Fuck yes.”

  “Good. I need you to pick a safe word before we get started. It has to be one you’ve never used with another Dom before.”

  “Red.”

  “Perfect.”

  Witt smoothed the blindfold down over Leland’s eyes. It was time to show Leland how good they could be together.

  Chapter Four

  With his vision out, Leland was under Witt’s complete control. He absolutely loved it. He sensed that Witt was moving away as he waited impatiently for his Dom to touch him again. He heard what sounded like chains knocking together. A cool strap came down over his right wrist and then his left. The chain was drawn up above his head and locked down. Witt’s hand smoothed down over his ass, giving it a punishing squeeze. Witt bounced Leland’s ass up and down, making his balls and dick flip up and down. Leland groaned, arching his ass out for more. He heard the sharp intake of his Dom’s breath as Leland exposed his rim to him.

  The cool leather tip of a flogger smoothed over his ass. Leland wrapped his hand around the chains that held him up, arching his ass out in sweet anticipation. Witt brought the leather flogger down over his ass over and over. Heat moved over his ass, making his rim tingle for more. Leland was ready to have his Dom mount him but he knew it wouldn’t be happening soon enough. Witt moved his hand down over his prick, giving it several hard, punishing strokes.

  Pre-cum shot from his dick, landing within his Dom’s palm. Witt’s hand tightened down on his prick.

  “Do not come until I give you permission.”

  There was a dark, dangerous quality to Witt’s voice that sent a shiver of anticipation racing down over Leland’s rim. He wouldn’t be coming any time soon. “I won’t.”

  “Good.”

  When Wit let go of him, Leland rested his head on his arm. He wasn’t sure how much longer he could take of this sweet torture. He’d always been good at keeping control of his orgasm. There was something about Witt that made him want to let go and go wild. Warm wet heat moved between Leland’s ass cheeks as he felt a butt plug smooth over his rim. He felt the tapered butt plug push up against his rim. Witt pushed the plug deep into his ass, filling him up. He loved the feel of his Dom’s hand pulling the butt plug out and pushing it back inside. Leland groaned as his Dom smacked his dick around with his palm. Pre-cum shot from his dick. He wasn’t certain how much longer he could take.

  “Witt.”

  “Do not come.”

  “I’m close!’

  “I know, baby. But I’m not finished with you yet.”

  Leland moaned when something warm and wet came down over his prick. It took him only a few seconds to realize that it was his Dom’s tongue licking off his pre-cum. It was too much. He’d never had a Dom go down on him before. The moment didn’t last long. Witt let go of his throbbing prick and came in close, kissing him possessively. Witt slid his hand down over his ass cheeks, pulling the butt plug from his ass. Again he pulled away, making Leland shake with need. The chains above his head rattled violently.

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bsp; Witt came back again. This time something smooth and cool moved across his ass. It took Leland only a moment to realize it was a paddle. He arched his ass out as the paddle moved away from his ass and came back in hard. His balls jerked back and forth. His dick smacked against his abdomen. Leland groaned as Witt increased the intensity of each hit. He definitely wouldn’t be able to sit down tomorrow without feeling it. It was then that Leland knew he would wear his bruises like badges of courage. He loved being spanked. It turned him on way too much.

  With each hit, Leland’s cock contracted hard. His cock tightened down. He was too close. “Witt!”

  Witt’s hand came down over his cockhead, squeezing tight. The hard pinch was the only thing keeping Leland from shooting his spunk across the room. Leland groaned, crying out as Witt slowly let go of his aching cockhead. Again he was left alone. The sound of a lube bottle snapping open and closing nearly made Leland shoot his spunk. He heard the sound of a condom wrapper being ripped open. He imagined Witt rolling the condom down over his thick dick. Witt was bigger than any Dom he’d ever had.

  Leland arched his ass out, waiting impatiently for his Dom to take complete control. He groaned when Witt pressed the tip of his thick cockhead up against his rim. He slowly pushed inside, stretching his ass slowly and carefully as he came in for the first time. Witt pushed deep inside his ass, not stopping until his dick bottomed out. Witt hit him with short intense strokes that made Leland’s cock bounce wildly off his abdomen.

  “Please! Please! I need you!”

  Witt moved his hand up the front of Leland’s neck, holding it tightly like a collar. He kissed Leland’s neck as he fucked him hard. He loved the way Witt took complete control. “Hold on, baby. I got you. I got this.”

  Witt gripped his hips tightly as he took his sub with short powerful strokes that made Leland want to come. Without warming, Witt locked his hand down over his dick and balls, squeezing them tightly. Leland cried out as his orgasm spun through his prick, shooting his spunk from the tip of his cockhead. He didn’t stop coming until every drop of his spunk was worked from his hard cock. Leland collapsed within his Dom’s arms, using the chains to hold him up. Witt pulled his prick from his ass, removing the blindfold from his eyes. Leland swallowed hard when he realized that Witt hadn’t come yet. Witt pulled the condom off and threw it away. He released the chains from the ceiling and pulled Leland to the bed.

  “Get on your knees next to the bed.”

  Leland eagerly obeyed, looking up at his Dom. It was then he knew he could easily fall in love with Witt. He would easily ruin him for all other men. It was a risk Leland was ready and willing to take.

  “Suck me.”

  Leland moaned as he swallowed his cock in one powerful move. Witt’s big balls slammed against his chin as Witt pumped his dick in and out of his hungry mouth. With Witt’s hands locked into Leland’s hair, Witt took control of the way he sucked off his Dom. Leland groaned as Witt’s cock bumped the back of his throat. Leland locked his hand around his Dom’s cock and balls as he sucked him off. With his right hand, he wrapped it around his Dom’s ass, slipping his fingers down over his rim. Pre-cum shot from Witt’s cock but he didn’t come. Encouraged by the sweet taste of his Dom, Leland sucked harder, using his tongue to tease the ridges on the underside of his Dom’s cockhead.

  “Suck harder.”

  Leland groaned, obeying his Dom. Witt cried out as he came hard, shooting his spunk over Leland’s tongue and parted lips. When he finished coming, Witt pulled him up to his shaky feet. He kissed him passionately. He pulled him down into the bed, held him tightly. Leland was breathing hard. He loved the sweet taste of his Dom lingering on his lips. Their legs twined together.

  “I like the way you obey me,” Witt said.

  “I love obeying you.”

  Leland moved his hand over his Dom’s chest, loving the feel of his Dom’s heart working beneath his palm. He wondered what was going to happen next. How were they going to have a relationship and work together? It was too much to think about tonight. All Leland wanted to do now was enjoy having his Dom hold him.

  “I want you to stay the night,” Witt said.

  “I’m not planning on going anywhere.”

  “Good. We can talk more tomorrow about where this thing is going. Not tonight.”

  Whatever rules his Dom was going to put in place, Leland was certain he wouldn’t have trouble obeying. He was quickly realizing that his Dom was so much more experienced than any Dom he had before. His experience turned Leland on in a way that no Dom had ever. There was a worldly quality about Witt that drew him.

  There was so much about Witt he didn’t know. It should have frightened him but it didn’t. In time, he would get to know his Dom. All that mattered tonight was how his Dom held him as they snuggled together. Witt held him tighter. For the first time in Leland’s life he felt like everything was going to be okay. As he dozed, Witt started to hum softly. The words mingled in his mind as he slipped into a hard sleep.

  “I love you. Don’t ever let me go,” Leland murmured.

  * * * *

  The next morning Witt woke up alone. Annoyance played hard through his mind. Why had his sub left him like this? Work should have been the only thing on his mind. Today was the day Witt was going to find out if his transfer went through to District Four. If it did, he was going to be free and clear to join the elite SWAT team. After showering and dressing, Witt drove in to work. As he drove, he put a call in to Leland’s cell phone.

  “This is Leland.”

  To Witt’s surprise, he’d actually picked up. “Why did you leave?”

  “I got called into a crime scene. I didn’t want to wake you.”

  “Wake me up next time, okay? I don’t like to worry about you.”

  “You were worried about me?”

  There was a hint of amusement in Leland’s voice. “I’m your Dom. Remember that or you’ll need to be punished.”

  “I think I like the idea of that.”

  Of course he would. His sub was a pain whore and a glutton for being spanked. As a Dom, Witt liked to give his subs exactly what they needed. “I’m sure you do. Have a safe day at work. I’ll see you tonight.”

  “See you later.”

  Witt hung up the phone, feeling like the day wouldn’t go by fast enough. He’d never been so eager to get back in bed with a sub in his entire life. He drove across town to District Three. Now that his transfer was official, he had to pack up his office and report to work at District Four. His leaving District Three wouldn’t be any big deal. In the year that he’d been at the department, he hadn’t really connected with his coworkers. Most probably didn’t know that he was leaving—which was fine with him. He didn’t want all the fanfare.

  After packing up his office, Witt drove over to District Four. He went in through the front entrance and reported for duty. He was quickly led through the bullpen where he was told to go see Chief Rask.

  “Welcome to District Four,” Chief Rask said.

  They shook hands. “Thanks for giving me a chance.”

  “You’re very welcome. Let me show you to your office. Well, it’s not much of an office to be honest.”

  They headed up two floors and went to the last door next to the stairwell. It was going to be loud with a lot of coming and going. It was absolutely perfect and exactly where Witt wanted to be in his life. He set down his bag on the desk.

  “Shift change is downstairs in a few minutes. I’d like you to be present for that.”

  “Sounds good.”

  The door shut behind Chief Rask with a solid thunk. Witt headed downstairs, hoping that Leland would be there for shift change. He slipped into the back, taking a seat at the conference table. He watched as Chief Rask conferred with TJ. When the door opened to Witt’s left, he glanced over to see Leland come through the door with another detective. Leland hadn’t caught sight of Witt yet. As shift change got underway, Witt shifted his attention away from his sub to the front of the
room.

  One of the officers went to the podium, listing off the new active cases. His nametag read Anderson. Witt had heard about the former police chief having two sons that worked within the department. Witt had met the former police chief several times. He was well respected and loved within the community. Word had it, too, that he’d recently come out to his wife and was now living with his lover. The man had spent his entire life trying to pretend he was something he wasn’t. The pain of denying himself must have been unimaginable.

  Anderson cleared his throat. “I’d like to welcome a new member of our team. He hails from District Three. Lt. Wittfield Falken. He’ll be working with SWAT and in conjunction with special crimes. Please welcome Falken.”

  As shift change wrapped up, Witt caught sight of TJ heading out. He had to know what was going on with Leland. “Hey, TJ. Have a minute?”

  “Sure. I’m on my way to the supply room. What’s going on?”

  “I wanted to finish that conversation we were having.”

  TJ opened the supply door. “Let’s talk in here.” The door shut behind them as TJ went to the shelves. “So, has he said anything to you?”

  “Nothing yet.”

  “He was in a coma after it happened. Never knew his brother died. He was in a medical intensive care unit for two months before they transferred him to a long-term facility.”

  “He never woke up?”

  “Not at the hospital. He was in the long-term facility for a year before he woke up. He spent another six months doing intensive rehab to learn to talk, walk, and take care of himself. From what I understand there was a friend in the car who walked away from the crash. Never visited him in the hospital once.”

  “Some friend.”

  “Yeah. Things got a little too complicated and the guy ran. I’m not sure what was going on but I got the impression from Leland that the guy may have been more than a friend. He’s never said to me.”

  “Damn. Thanks for letting me know.”

  “Leland has trust issues. Just go easy with him.”

  “I will.”