A Strong Hand

his clothing so he could see the rest of his body.
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    The tiny movement of his hips had become a rhythmic drive as Damian rocked into his mouth with increasing speed.
    Nick opened his mouth, letting his tongue ride along the older man's shaft as he thrust inside. He felt the balls in his hand tighten and draw up, while the shaft seemed to enlarge, stretching his lips as he tried desperately not to let Damian break free.
    "I'm close," Damian said, his voice sounding strained. "You don't have to—"
    Nick started to hum and the vibration pushed Damian over the edge. His abs clenching, he thrust hard, one hand on the back of Nick's head to hold him in place, the other gripping one ear. The young man swallowed, not sure about the consistency or texture, but quite sure that he liked the power of making Damian come so hard.
    Damian froze in place and Nick felt him give one last quiver before his body relaxed. After a moment he withdrew gently and ordered, "Lick me clean, pet."
    Obediently Nick licked the cock, holding the limp member in his hand reverently.
    Damian stepped away and Nick felt a sense of loss as the contact between them was broken. The photographer put himself together and zipped up his jeans, his eyes fixed on the naked young man looking up at him so hopefully.
    "Thank you, pet. That was very ... lovely." Damian sighed.
    It had been more than lovely; it was sublime to feel his cock in Nick's mouth, especially knowing that he was the first to venture there. Damian groped for the key, and freed Nick's feet from the spreader.
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    "Come here."
    Nick struggled to his feet, stiff from kneeling so long, and staggered toward Damian, who laughed and caught his arm, turning him away to look at his bottom. His hand smoothed over Nick's ass. "Still warm and pink. Scene over. Now go get dressed."
    Feeling suddenly cold, his cock limp, Nick turned his back, pulling on his clothes. He stood quietly, expecting to be dismissed.
    Damian sat in his large leather chair behind the desk and opened his arms. "Come sit with me, Nick."
    Nick rushed to him, grateful when he felt strong arms close around him, pulling him down to sit on Damian's lap. The older man pulled his head down onto his shoulder and turned off the desk lamp, so the only light came from the hall.
    "Did you like that?"
    "Yes. I loved it," Nick barely breathed. He wasn't sure what to do with his hands but took a chance and slid them around Damian's torso, thrilling to the feel of hard muscle moving under his palms. It was comfortable sitting in the dark, where for once, he wasn't on display.
    "The blindfold didn't scare you?"
    "Not really. Not once I figured out why you did it," Nick answered.
    "Why did I do it?"
    "So that I would feel, not think," Nick said. He admitted,
    "It was also kind of hot not knowing what you were going to do next."
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    Damian chuckled and the vibration was comforting to Nick.
    "Did you like it when I finger-fucked you?"
    "Is that what it was? I didn't think I would, but I did," Nick said honestly. He was beginning to see what Damian was up to with all these questions. "It did feel good."
    "And the spanking? I swatted you harder than the first time, and longer, but you seemed to enjoy it."
    Nick hid his face in the crook of Damian's neck. "Yes,"
    came his muffled reply.
    "There's nothing to be embarrassed about, Nick," Damian said, stroking his back. "What disturbed you earlier in the day?"
    "I guess it wasn't so much Markie taking the clamp off in front of everyone; it was my reaction. I was so close. I didn't want them to know how much I enjoyed it," Nick said, struggling to put his feelings into words. "Ashley doesn't know
    ... know that you're spanking me, does he?"
    "He knows something is going on between us, but not the specifics," Damian answered, wondering what the right answer was. His boy started to tremble in his arms.
    "How? How does he know?" Nick whispered fearfully.
    "Babe," Damian raised Nick's face with a finger under his chin. "Ashley is a player. He knows I'm a player and a Dom.
    There's no way I'd let a boy like you Top me; therefore he knows you're a bottom. He doesn't know exactly what we're doing, but he asked if I was claiming you. He's afraid you might go elsewhere and get hurt."
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    This was all a bit too much information for Nick to process, so he seized on the most important part.