Teach Me Tonight

Chapter 1-2

Luke smiles sheepishly but doesn’t make any movement to hide his hardness. Hardy seems interested, and if he wants to look? Luke will surely let him.

“Tell me, Luke.” Hardy leans in, c*****g an eyebrow. “Are you old enough to be here?”

Luke puffs out his chest. “I’m twenty-five, okay?” he huffs. Sadly, he’s used to this question by now. Because of his height, round face, and plump lips, Luke gets carded even at R-rated movies.

“Good.” Hardy gives Luke a charming smile. “I was twenty-five when I joined the scene too. That was fifteen years ago, but the club I frequented in London was a tad different from Dominatrix.”

“So, you’re British?”

“Technically, I’m American,” Hardy says. “I was born in New York, but my parents moved to England when I was three. I only came back to the US four years ago to pursue my PhD.”

“Well, that explains the accent.”

“And do you fancy my accent?” Hardy flashes a playful grin.

Luke licks his lips and watches Hardy’s eyes track the movement. “The accent isn’t the only thing I like.”

“Bold. I like it.” Hardy laughs. “So, Luke, what brings you to Dominatrix?” Hardy pulls a nearby chair, turns it around, and sits on it with his legs on each side of the backrest. Luke and Ash follow his lead and sit back on their chairs.

“Honestly?” Luke taps his fingers against his lips. “Ash told me about joining the local b**m community, and I realized what I could have if I wanted. I like it all—the pain, the orders, the lack of control, everything. I came here looking for someone to introduce me to this world.”

Hardy crosses his arms on top of the chair. “So, you want an older, stronger man to do anything he desires to you,” he states rather than asks. “You want to give away control, to be tied at the mercy of his wishes, to surrender your body to his whims. I dare even say you’re desperate for approval, willing to do anything for a couple words of praise. And, most of all, you want to be used in any way your Dom pleases.”

Luke gulps, lust crossing through his body like lightning. Everything Hardy said is true. The man just dished out every erotic fantasy Luke has been harboring since he was old enough to jerk off. He never thought they would ever come true, though, and the realization that he could have all of that today sends a thrill skating down his spine.

Luke bobs his head clumsily, heart beating faster. “That’s exactly…it. I, um, want all that. Yes, please. Sir. Master Hardy.”

Hardy chuckles. “That’s everything a Dom wants to hear, boy. Or at least, it’s what I want to hear.”

Luke worries his lip ring with his teeth. “Ash told me you’re picky and never stay with a sub for too long,” he blurts out.

Hardy raises his eyebrows while Ash glares at Luke and kicks his leg under the table.

Hardy folds his hands in front of him, resting them on the wood. “Asher is right, I’m afraid,” Hardy says, throwing honesty back at Luke. “I like a challenge, and I like to push boundaries. I enjoy exploring the limits of a sub, and I always seek new experiences. The truth is that everyone ends up boring me eventually.”

“Then you hit the jackpot with me.” Luke grins. “There’s little I wouldn’t like to explore. I’m open to trying all kinks at least once, with a few minor exceptions. And like you, I also love a challenge. I’m always looking to outdo myself, and I give my best at everything I do. Plus, I hate monotony.”

Hardy’s mouth quirks in amusement. “Are you trying to convince me to hook up with you?”

Luke licks his lips. “Is it working?”

Hardy stares at him, eyes smoldering. Luke looks down at the floor, remembering what Ash told him and wanting to please this fascinating man that has already won him over in three minutes of conversation. He wishes he could look him in the eye, though. The man has hypnotizing eyes, irises a mix between blue and gray, the color of a typical winter sky.

Hardy nods at the half-full glass of mojito in Luke’s hands. “Did you drink a lot?”

Luke shakes his head, a little confused at the sudden change of topic. “No. This was my first and only drink of the night.”

“Good.” Hardy stands up. “Get your jacket and come with me. We’re leaving the club. Did you drive here?”

Excitement floods Luke’s body. “No, we called an Uber.” He turns to Ash, silently asking him if it’s okay to leave him at the club by himself. Ash nods in assent wordlessly; by now they know each other so well, they don’t even need to speak to get their point across.

“Follow me to my car.”

* * * *

“We’re going to my house,” Hardy explains as he drives. “Dominatrix has enough space for multiple scenes at once, but I thought you may not want your first time to be in front of an entire club.”

“You thought right,” Luke agrees. “As much as I have an exhibitionist side, this is something I’d rather not experience with an audience.”

“Good to know you have an exhibitionist side,” Hardy says. “I have a feeling we will get along incredibly well, but first I need to know how much you know about b**m. You said you’re new to the scene, but how new exactly?”

“I’ve done bondage multiple times before, with ropes and handcuffs. I’m also used to having really rough s*x with lots of biting, choking, nail digging, hair pulling, and mild spanking. But I never had a scene with an actual Dom before. I did a thorough research on the topic, though. And watched porn. A lot of porn,” Luke says with no shame. “I know about safewords and power exchange and all kinds of pain a Dominant can inflict on someone.”

“So, am I right to assume you’re into pain play?”

“Oh yes,” Luke says, nodding. “I want pain. I just never knew I could even ask for it before.”

“Don’t worry, Luke,” Hardy says. “Today you’re going to get pain until you’ll be begging me to stop.”

Luke grins. “Oh, I will beg, but not for you to stop. You’ll have to do your best, or your worst, if you want to overwhelm me, Hardy.”

“First, what I will do is break that attitude. Second, always refer to me as Sir.”

“Yes, Sir,” Luke says, enjoying that word on his tongue.

“That’s good. Good boy.”

Luke preens, the words going straight to his c**k.

“You said you know about safewords,” Hardy continues. “We’re going to have three tonight. If you want me to stop, say red. If you want to slow things down, say yellow. And if you’re okay with everything, use green. Is that clear?”

“Yes, Sir.”

“Now tell me about that porn you watch,” Hardy says without taking his eyes from the road.

“The porn?”

“Yes. Tell me about your favorite video. What happens in it?”

Luke stops to think about it. b**m wasn’t a new genre that appeared in his PornHub search after Ash told him about his relationship with Paul. Luke has been watching bondage and pain play videos since he was about fourteen and first had a personal desktop computer in his bedroom. The video he tells Hardy about will be a way to show Hardy what he’s into more than any discussion they could cram into a short car drive.

“It’s a homemade video,” Luke starts. “It has a pale twink bound by thick ropes to a St. Andrew’s cross. An older Dom attaches clothespins all over his body, his d**k and balls too, before using a bullwhip. The hits themselves are so fierce, they manage to detach all the clothespins. After all that, the sub’s c**k is still hard, so he’s rewarded with a handjob. He comes in ten seconds after the Dom touches him.”

Hardy c***s an eyebrow. “I see you really enjoy pain.”

“I told you I did.”

“You’re in luck, because I’d love to paint your skin red with my whip.” Hardy’s tone becomes husky. “You’ll fly, Luke, and you’ll never want me to stop.” Taking his hand off the steering wheel, Hardy surprises Luke by reaching out for Luke’s crotch and squeezing his erection. “And I think you’re on board with that.”

“Oh, God,” Luke moans. Pushing his bulge into Hardy’s hand, he seeks the friction his d**k so desperately needs. Ever since they left Dominatrix, his c**k has been at half-mast, not fully softening after experiencing the club’s brand of depravity. Especially not while being in such close quarters to Hardy, the embodiment of Luke’s kinky fantasies. It barely takes a few words and a single touch for his heart to race as he grows out of breath. God, he wants. He wants so damn much.

“We’re here.” Hardy parks in front of a two-story tan stucco house. He turns off the car engine, desire written all over his face. He leans in, raising his hand to cup Luke’s smooth jaw. “I’m going to ask you once. Do you want to go inside?”

Hardy’s breath ghosts over his mouth, faces so close they’re barely a couple inches away from kissing. Hardy’s gaze flickers from Luke’s eyes to his mouth when Luke licks his lip ring, a nervous habit he acquired after piercing his lips. “Yes,” Luke breathes.

Hardy nods and retreats; Luke whimpers at the lack of contact.

Luke jumps out of the SUV impatiently, dying to head indoors. They pad across the well-kept yard toward the entrance, adrenaline pumping through Luke’s veins. Hardy takes out his keys and opens the chestnut door. He steps inside before Luke, not giving away any hint of anxiety or any sign that what they’re about to do affects him. He must bring new subs home all the time. Or he’s too stoic for Luke to read him. Or both.

As soon as the door closes, things happen so fast, Luke’s breath rushes out in a gasp. In a heartbeat, Hardy grabs Luke by the throat and pins him to the wood. Before Luke can do anything more than grunt, Hardy’s body is flush against his and his mouth is seeking Luke’s in a searing kiss.

Luke melts under the touch as their tongues meet, knees weakening until he’s only left standing by the firm grip Hardy has on his throat. Hardy seeks Luke’s wrists with his free hand and brings Luke’s hands over his head, restraining Luke’s movements even more. Luke grows breathless as Hardy kisses him like a starved man. He pushes his throbbing erection against Hardy’s thigh, seeking friction. Hardy responds by squeezing his knee between Luke’s legs until the pressure on Luke’s d**k almost becomes too much.

Too soon, Hardy’s grip on his throat and wrists eases. He steps back with a grin, mischievous and smug. Frustratingly, Hardy acts unaffected by the kiss. Besides the telling—and big—bulge inside his pants, he’s so composed, he takes the time to bask in how debauched Luke is. In a way, it’s comforting to know the person he’ll give himself to is so sure of himself; it gives Luke a sense of security that he’s going to be in excellent hands.

“Take off your trainers and place them by the door,” Hardy tells him, getting rid of his own shoes. Luke takes off his Converse, laying them next to Hardy’s black boots. “Follow me.”

Luke trails after him farther into the house, buzzing with so much excitement he doesn’t even pay attention to the furniture and decoration around him. “Please tell me you have a playroom. That’s like, the best Hollywood Dom stereotype ever.”

Hardy snorts. He walks down the hallway and opens a door leading to a low staircase. A basement playroom, then.