A/N: squee - inspiration for Owen

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I go to the club the following week. Hoping Gabriel will be there. I tell myself it's just because I want to know that Sawyer hadn't been hurting him too much, but the fact that they don't come makes me fearful that he has.

I decide replacing those awkward sexual thoughts of him bound may help – as I've been unable to bring myself to relieve myself to them – getting into the playroom might be a good idea, particularly as I'm avoiding Frankie at the moment – I'm too mad at him. I seek out Owen, much to his well-trained delight. I appreciate the flush that travels over his light skin when I ask him if he'd like to play, and the shine in his eyes when I tell him to look at me.

Remembering what I know of him from before I went way, I doubt I would be the type he would want a full submissive relationship with – I'm far too relaxed and I suspect he'll end up with a Daddy or a full-time Master – but I'm happy to teach him a thing or two.

Luckily a private playroom is available – François maintains three deluxe rooms on the top floor, next to his own private room, that only the top six Doms can access, which effectively means I actually have my own room that I only have to share with Landon, who isn't here this evening, or anyone we choose to offer it to. It means we each have an armoire to keep our own belongings here, which is beneficial for my highly developed sense of hygiene.

I request Patrice meets us in the room. Patrice is in charge of ensuring all the necessary agreements are made and adhered to. All rooms are recorded on twenty-four-hour loops, to cover the club and ensure everyone is safe in every way possible. I suppose that's why Sawyer has never done anything really bad at the club – all of his little 'incidences' have come with his subs claiming nothing happened that they didn't agree to, and as they're always his own subs, Patrice has never had anything to show otherwise. That makes sense. I wouldn't want to be too close to Frankie if anything happened to one of his own trained subs and I imagine even Sawyer has enough self-preservation to be aware of that.

Owen and I discuss what scene we're going to do, and he asks if we can do bondage and spanking, which is fair enough and to be expected, as that's my specialty. We discuss his safe words and signals, as he likes to be gagged, and his hard limits, which are no problem for me – I generally consider myself fairly vanilla on the spectrum of what's possible in BDSM. We agree not to set any limits on when he orgasms, though I inform him that I'd like to edge him, and he agrees, and that there'll be no punishments, which I'm more than happy with, not least because I doubt it would be required.

When we're alone I lock the door with the keypad, which means only someone with the override code could come in, so no risk of being interrupted by Landon if he happens to turn up.

When I turn, Owen has assumed the waiting position, kneeling with his feet together, knees spread, hands behind his back, eyes down. He looks delicious and I take a deep breath to enter my Dom persona.

"Stand, Owen."

He rises effortlessly, not a wobble, eyes still cast down. It's good, but I like my subs to look at me.

"Look at me, Owen."

His long lashes flick up and he gazes at me with surprisingly clear green eyes.

"Good boy," and he beams internally, visible through the sparkle in his eyes, "as far as eye contact goes, you may look at me as much or as little as you like. I don't want to ask you to do anything that will make you feel uncomfortable, but I like it when my subs look into my eyes."

"Thank you, Sir. I will look at you then. You're very handsome."

It's my turn to beam internally, but I know my eyes don't give it away.

"Thank you, Owen, and you're very beautiful. Now, strip."

He does so gracefully, and quickly, as he's only wearing a small pair of multi-color booty shorts that hang low on his narrow hips.

His body is lean and delicate, as I had already seen, but he does have a deliciously plump butt, that should take a spanking very well. I gather my rope and quickly and efficiently bind his arms in the box position behind his back, looping the rope over his shoulders and across his front too to increase the sensation when he, naturally, shifts his arms. I secure the rope to the bar suspended from the ceiling for just this purpose. It's stable, so will help him stay upright when I bind his leg, calf to thigh, and then lift it to the side, secured to the same bar. He's now on one foot only with his other limbs tightly fastened, which can invoke panic, despite the hold provided by the ropes attached to the bar.

I look into his eyes and see only trust, no panic, and am, as I always am with a good sub, honored in that trust he's placing in me. He's going to make some lucky man a wonderful submissive one day.

"You're doing great, Owen."

I get that sparkle in his eyes again, which increases as I hold up two gags – a simple cloth one that is more for the sensation than any successful gagging ability, and a smallish black ball gag.

"Are you ready to be gagged, Owen?"

"Yes, Sir, but, may I ask if you have a slightly larger ball gag? I like my mouth to be stretched."

Hmmm, impressive. Somewhat rethinking my stance on oral, which is that I don't expect it in play scenes unless it's with my own sub. Though I'm not going to change the rules now. I get a much larger gag and gently insert it into his mouth, causing him to moan appreciatively, securing it behind his head. He has the clicker in his hand – one click for pause and removal of the gag, three clicks for stop.

I place my hand on his flat stomach, to hold him steady, and stroke the small of his back with the other, leaning in close to whisper deeply in his ear.

"I'm going to spank you now, Owen, even though you're being a good boy, because I know you're really a dirty little boy and you're going to like it," that earns me a profound moan and a flutter of his lashes.

It's a bit of a cheat, because he hasn't told me, but Landon let me know that he really likes dirty talk, and this is just more confirmation for me that he'll be looking for a Daddy soon enough.

I run my hand down, over his enviable ass, reveling in the softness of his skin, loving the fact that my large hand can pretty much grasp the whole of one plump cheek. Without warning, I pull my hand into a sharp crack, before quickly rubbing the sting away. I repeat the process many more times on each cheek until his once pale skin is flushed pink and there is a sheen of sweat on his torso.

"Mmmm your ass is so toasty warm," I murmur in his ear, stroking his ass with my thumb, while I slide my other hand up his body and copy the action on his stiff nipple, making him moan hard into the gag. His cock is leaking so much precum it's pooling next to his foot. Looks like he's going to have to find himself a Daddy who likes bondage and spanking.

"Shall we see if we can get it hot?"

He nods rapidly, mumbling into the gag, pushing his round ass back into my hand.

"My, my, you really are a horny little boy."

I don't normally go for the Daddy kink, but his reactions are fucking hot, turning now into whimpers of arousal that go straight to my cock as I start to spank him harder, now that I've warmed him up. He's getting so turned on I'm wondering if I can get him to come – I've had that happen with one of my ex subs who loved getting spanked so much he'd spontaneously ejaculate just from that.

I'm just working up to it, when the clicker goes once. I stop instantly, worried I was getting too caught up in it, though I had been watching him closely, loving the sight of his eyes rolling back in his head. I carefully take the gag off and stroke his cheek while I hold him steady.

"You okay baby boy? Was that too much?"

"No, Sir, it's incredible. But I really want you to penetrate me, please Sir, and you said I could make my mind up during..."

We had agreed that, and I look into his willing green eyes as he gazes back at me with desire.

"What would you like me to penetrate you with baby?"

"Your cock, please Sir, if you would."

"It would be my honor. Would you like the gag back on?"

"Yes, please, Sir."

I chuckle at his eagerness, refastening the gag and grabbing lube and a condom from the dresser. I give him a few more hard spanks, wanting to feel the heat of his skin when I'm fully inside him, before I slide one lubed finger into his welcoming passage. I add a second, curling my fingers to find his prostate while I gently roll his balls in my other hand until I feel him tensing around me as he whimpers manically. I squeeze the base of his cock and slide my fingers out, to prevent his orgasm, and he moans a moan that's part disappointment and part desire.

"You are such a good boy, Owen, but you're not coming until I'm buried deep inside your tight little hole," I growl in lust, earning myself yet another moan from him.

I repeat the process several more times, until his once light hair is dark with sweat and I can feel his whole body trembling. I know his limbs will be suffering now in their tight bonds, so I decide it's time to let him have his completion. I've been teasing him so long that his skin has cooled, so I add more rapid spanks to heat it back up and he thrusts back toward my hand.

I position myself behind him, holding firmly to his narrow hips, before thrusting half my length in, hard. Even though I've been working him with my fingers for some time he's still impossibly tight, and I'm glad I didn't go all in, as my cock is far longer than my fingers and he doesn't have a pain kink. He still screams behind the gag, but I can tell it's a scream of pleasure because he thrusts back toward me, demanding more.

I slide the rest of the way in, feeling the delight of his burning hot skin pressed firmly against me.

"Baby boy, nod or shake your head to the next question: do you want me to go hard?"

He nods, rapidly, and I thrust, clinging to his hips, fucking him hard, until tears of ecstasy are pouring down his face. There might be a little frustration too, because I've stopped two orgasms while I've been fucking into his tight body.

"You're doing amazing, Owen, I'm not going to stop you from coming again, but it would be amazing if you could hold your orgasm until I say you can release it, with me."

He nods, sweat pouring from his brow, as I go even harder, chasing the release for both of us, tipping his hips so I'm hitting his prostate with every stroke. His whimpers are getting louder, and I can feel him tensing as he tries to prevent his orgasm, and it feels so good.

"Come for me, baby," I hiss into his ear, grasping his cock, which is almost purple from the edging, and he does, his muscles squeezing and quivering around my length as I slide over the edge with him.

His head hangs and his eyes flutter as he floats in subspace and I carefully support his body as I undo the ropes from the hanging bar, scooping him up and carrying him to the bed where I lay him on his front so I can unfasten the ropes, massaging each limb strongly as it's released. I thank god for subspace, because otherwise he'd be likely screaming in pain as the blood reenters his abused limbs.

I clean the lube from him with a damp towel from the bathroom, and wipe up his cum from the floor, tidying everything away while he floats. When I've finished I climb onto the bed, pulling his small body onto me and stroking his hair to encourage him back into the room.

He sleepily opens his eyes and looks up at me.

"How do you feel Owen?"

"Like I'll be stiff tomorrow."

I chuckle, "Yes, you will. Let's try to prevent too much of that."

I feed him fruit from the tray that has been left in the room's refrigerator and get him to drink plenty of water. Then I run a bath for him and carry him to the bathroom, washing the sweat off his skin, making sure I massage his arms and legs some more while I clean him and wash his hair.

When we're back in the room and I've dried him, I apply some cream to his still pink butt, although I didn't spank hard enough to bruise – that's for the newbies or the pointlessly aggressive when it was only by hand.

"You're the best at that, Sir, no one else has looked after me as well as you," he murmurs, sleepy.

"Yeah, well you're the best submissive I've seen in a while Owen."

He beams with his mouth this time, his eyes still closed.

I let him nap for a while, though it's getting late and I want to get home. I think I'm going to be able to sleep tonight. I call down and get one of the staff to bring Owen's street clothes up from his locker and leave them outside the door, and when they arrive I help him dress before changing myself.

"Can I drive you home, Owen?"

"I'd appreciate that, Sir," and I feel a warmth in my chest at the way his clear eyes look into mine.

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A/N: so, the Daddy kink, huh? Not normally a thing I go for, but it just felt super right to create that as part of who Owen is at this stage.

Plus, I thought it was about time Gray had something good. I know he might not be completely sympathetic as a character, but my hope is that he's just real - he isn't perfect.