Call Me Sir Too

“Don’t you agree, Logan?” Dante asked. He arched an eyebrow when Logan turned to look at him, a look of total confusion on his face.

“Huh?” Logan asked. “I’m sorry. I didn’t hear what you said.”

“I was telling Daniel here that obedience is the core of any good relationship. If Joey's main concept is obedience, everything else can be achieved through training. Don’t you agree?” Dante asked.

Logan took a moment, apparently mulling the question over, before he shook his head. “No, love and trust should be the core concept. Obedience is good but if Joey didn’t love me or trust me, he’d never be able to truly submit to me. Obedience is a by-product.”

“My mistake,” Dante said, bowing his head at Logan. “Any successful relationship has to be founded on love and trust. I assumed that point was a given.”

“Well, assuming that love and trust are given then yes, obedience is the next value,” Logan said. “However, disobedience has a value of its own, as I know you are aware.”

Dante’s gaze strayed to Joey as he remembered the discipline scene played out in Logan’s office a few weeks earlier. He grinned. “Yes, in certain cases, disobedience is valued as well.”

Dante glanced over when he heard Daniel suck in a breath.

“You guys fooled around,” Daniel accused.

“No, Joey and I fooled around,” Logan said. “Dante merely observed Joey’s punishment for disobedience.”

Daniel’s face reddened then he grinned. “If I’m disobedient, would you like Logan to watch?” Daniel asked Dante.

The idea of disciplining Daniel sent a shot of lust shooting through Dante that nearly took his breath away. He imagined how red the little ass he’d seen encased in tight jeans would look. Dante stifled a groan.

“Are you going to be disobedient, Daniel?” Dante returned. He gazed at Daniel, wondering if the younger man could see the desire in his eyes. He wasn’t above administering a sub’s punishment in front of a crowd. That would be something Daniel would have to learn about him.

“I could be, but you’d have to promise to punish me for it.”

Dante’s nostrils flared and his pants suddenly grew uncomfortably tight as his cock thickened. Daniel looked at him as if he wanted to lick him from head to toe. A few more minutes of this teasing and Dante would pounce on the man, audience or no.

“Okay, enough.” Logan chuckled. “Any more innuendoes here and I’m going to get a piece of paper and draw you two a map. It’s obvious that you want each other. You just need to put all of this evasiveness away and go for it.”

Dante’s face flushed as Logan got to his feet and stepped over to stand in front of him and Daniel. He hadn’t realized his desire to master Daniel had been so evident.

“Danny, if Dante wanted to take you home and train you to be his submissive,” Logan said, “including disciplining you when you’re bad and rewarding you when you’re good, what would you say?”

“Hell, yes!” Danny groaned loudly.

“Daniel!” Dante exclaimed, slightly outraged. He saw a bar of soap in the man’s future. “Cursing is a sign of a lazy mind. You will remove these words from your vocabulary at once.”

“Or what?” Danny challenged as he scooted off of his chair and moved over to kneel at Dante’s feet.

The sight of those green eyes looking up at him had Dante in knots. Daniel looked very good there.

Dante raised an eyebrow at the challenge in the man’s voice. He had every intention of taking the man up on it, and couldn’t wait to paddle Daniel's ass until it glowed. Then he’d fuck him until he didn’t have enough energy to challenge anyone for anything.

How delightful!

“Logan, would you mind terribly if I availed myself of your spare room?” Dante asked as he stood, his eyes never leaving Daniel’s eager face. “I do believe this young man requires some proper instruction in respect.”

Logan laughed. “Yeah, go ahead. There are some unopened toys and lube in the dresser; I’m sure you will find them useful.”

“Come along, Daniel,” Dante said as he walked toward the spare bedroom. He didn’t wait to see if Daniel would follow. He knew the man would. Now he just had to see if Daniel could follow him once they were in the bedroom, as well.

“Works every time,” Daniel said, giggling.

Dante smirked as he walked down the hallway. He could hear Daniel speaking to Logan and Joey behind him. Daniel had no idea how well his words of defiance worked but he would find out.

“I’m waiting, Daniel,” Dante said as he stepped into the bedroom. “And I’m not known as a patient man.”

Daniel quickened his pace but he had a cocky grin on his face. Not for long, Dante thought. By the time I'm done with you there will be no doubt in your mind who is in charge.

He waited until Daniel passed through the door then shut it quietly behind him. Turning, he studied the gorgeous man, his mind running over every little thing he wanted to do to him.

“Take your clothes off, fold them, and put them on that chair over there,” Dante said, pointing to a rocker by the wall. “Then come back and stand before me.”

Dante watched with eager, hungry anticipation as Daniel revealed inch after inch of silky white skin. Daniel had a jubilant air about him as he folded his clothes and laid them on the chair then came back to stand in front of Dante.

“What’s your safe word, Daniel?”

“Pecan.”

“Any boundaries I need to be aware of? Anything you won’t do?”

Daniel shrugged.

“Speak, my dear boy; I require verbal communication, not a shrug in response to my questions.”

“Well, I don’t like defecation,” Daniel replied. “I prefer not to experience anything that will cause me lasting pain and I don’t like verbal abuse.”

“I’m pretty much in agreement with all of that,” Dante said. He walked around Daniel in a circle, reaching out to brush bits of naked flesh here and there. Daniel quivered in response. “I don’t like humiliation of any kind. It’s demeaning to both of us.”

“Good, good,” Daniel said. “What . . . what do you like, sir?”

Dante chuckled. “I like 'sir'.” He stepped around to stand in front of Daniel and rubbed his thumb along the line of Daniel’s plush lips. “I like the way it sounds on your lips but I imagine master would sound even better.”

“Master.”

The softly whispered word went straight to Dante’s cock like a gentle caress. He barely suppressed a groan. It wouldn’t do for Daniel to know the power he held at this point. He’d know soon enough.