We were clean and I was exhausted, but my mind was spinning and wouldn't let me sleep. I lay draped over Sasha's arm in the bed and my hand lazily rubbed over his abs while I thought to myself.

"What's bothering you, Lukas?" Sasha rumbled his question from nearby as his other hand stroked over my arm.

"Why was that other guy so mean? And how come Demyan was so different with Lisa tonight? And... and why was Mistress Viv with such a big guy?" The questions came tumbling from my mouth like word-vomit. Sasha chuckled and ruffled my hair, making it go in my eyes a little.

"Slow down Lukas. Let me start with saying, just like people, each Dom and sub are individuals with their own thoughts, desires and motivations." His arm pulled me up onto his chest, so we were looking at each other.

"I know that, I suppose." I pursed my lips and stared down at the bare chest peeking out from the collar of his shirt. He flicked a finger under my chin, and I looked back up at him. His eyebrow was raised at me.

"Mistress Viv prefers to dominate larger men. It makes her feel powerful, and she craves that feeling because she has always felt small, powerless and insignificant. But their relationship is between them and is different than ours." Sasha watched for my reaction to his words. I nodded and sighed.

"No, I get it. We aren't like anybody else, and we don't have to be. Right?" I blinked at him. He smiled a little and hugged me on top of him.

"Right. Don't take Demyan's behaviour to heart. He is... a little peculiar." Sasha replied with a grimace. I cocked my head to the side.

"A little?" I said in a teasing voice. He tickled me and I laughed at his fierce face as he gave my punishment.

"Yes, a little. His family... is complicated. It makes him think a little differently than other Doms. At dinner, the woman talked back to him and he was already annoyed with her. You understand?" He asked me with a more serious face. I thought about it.

"So, Demyan treats people he likes better? Like you and Lisa at the club?" I asked hesitantly.

"Of course, but also well-behaved people better. Like you. He thought you have been very good, so he has warmed up to you too." Sasha told me with a wry look.

"Oh. So, he approves?" I asked with a hopeful look. Sasha smiled more genuinely and nodded.

"Yes. He approves. He is a good man underneath. I promise you. We would not be such good friends if he wasn't." He told me as he stroked my back. I nodded my understanding.

I mean, I could see it a little bit. After last night when he helped me out twice, I couldn't hold a grudge against him over being rude to some random stranger I didn't know. He had been alright to me. Not great, but okay.

"Now about the other guy. How do I put this... like there are good people, there are good Dominants and bad Dominants. Even though our culture has many types, some of those people do not see past the end of their nose. Yes?" He looked a little thoughtful.

"Like, they are psychopaths?" I asked with an innocent tone. He snorted and shook his head at me.

"A bit dramatic. They are self-centered, arrogant even. They think that being a 'Dom' makes them privileged. Or worse yet, they believe that being anything else makes a person lesser." He raised a brow at me and I just grinned.

"So... they are assholes. Marcus says his last Dom was an asshole. Not my words, his." I played dumb and hoped he wouldn't call me on my swearing. He just gave me a look.

"If you like, sure. Some Doms forget that they only have their power because subs are willing to give it to them. It requires trust and a measure of respect for someone who would give their power up." He explained to me.

"I think only good Doms like you think that way Sasha. There are a lot of assholes in this world." I lamented with a downcast look. He petted my hair.

"You are sweet. In today's world it is very important to get proper consent for any kind of 'BDSM' relationship. If not, it could be seen as criminal behaviour by the government." He mentioned to me with a nonchalant but affectionate gaze.

"You mean like when my parents wanted to charge you and stuff?" I asked, a little confused. He shook his head.

"No, more serious than that. Recall that the words stand for more than just Dominance and Submission, Lukas. Any form of slavery is not looked highly upon, nor is restraint against your will, nor abuse." He grabbed my hair and tugged gently.

"Ohhh. I see. So, all that bondage and sadism stuff can get people into trouble." I bit my lip and tried not to moan at the feeling of his hands tugging at my strands so hard my scalp burned a little. He grinned.

"It is pretty serious stuff Lukas. Bondage gone wrong can seriously injure a person or psychologically damage them. Sadism, if it's not consensual beforehand, might as well be physical violence or mutilation even." He was petting me again, and the switch was making my head turn to mush.

I wanted to pay attention, but it was becoming difficult with his hands playing along my spine and his fingers raking through my hair again. I licked my lips again and gulped as his stare followed my movements.

"Did... did you ever want to... cause me pain like that?" I mean, with the conversation going on, I had to ask.

"No. I am not a Sadist to that extent. I would never want to whip you or make permanent marks on your skin. Sometimes I do want to spank you, or torment you a little. Only in ways that would be pleasurable though." He grinned in that way that made my insides want to melt.

"I'm... I'm glad." I whispered, my eyelashes fluttering as I felt my face heat up a little.

"You like that thought, Lukas? Of me pleasing you? Or of me disciplining you?" His voice dropped in tone and volume, dripping with a underlaying passion. I shuddered on top of him.

"To quote a movie... 'both, both is good'." My breathing hitched as his grin widened.

"Tonight, I will have to pleasure you then, because you have not been a bad boy. Spankings are for bad boys. You on the other hand, have been exceptionally good." His words rolled over my mind like a steamroller, flattening any thoughts that tried to form.

I opened my mouth, then snapped it shut with only a short squeak emerging. It was almost a mewl and so embarrassing that I felt my ears get hot. I buried my face into his chest and peeked up at him. He hauled me up, so his lips pressed against my ear and his hands fondled my butt.

"Tell me Lukas. What do you want me to do? Shall I give you a handjob? Would you like me to blow you for once? What would make you happy?" His breath tickled my ear and I shivered, squirming as my dick stood to attention in my pajama pants.

"I want... I want you to order me, Sir. Please. I... really like what we did last time on your favourite wall." My words were hardly a whisper. It wasn't easy to admit that I loved every second of our moments when we played together, but it was slightly better that it was him.

"One Lukas." His words make me thrill. I smiled and got up, stripping off my pajamas and standing in position. He got up into a sitting position and regarded me.

"Five." His abrupt order had me spreading my legs and putting my hands behind my head. He stood and walked around me, his eyes caressing me and his hand lightly stroking over me.

"Two." His breath caressed my ear. I dropped gracefully at his feet and gulped. His form towered over me now and I felt excited.

"Three, my love." His hand stroked my head briefly before I reached back to bend and touch my feet, and it caressed the underside of my chin instead. I felt his hands run over my exposed chest and my breathing quickened.

He walked away, and I wanted to beg him to come back. His eyes were still on me though. I could feel them. His hand returned, this time with the coolness of lube and the firm touch that made me crazy.

"Ah! Sir... Please..." I panted as he stroked my hardness that was standing between my legs with a steady pace.

"Sir, Please, what Lukas?" His voice caressed my rattled brain and I wanted to ooze into a puddle. I couldn't answer with him jacking me like this. It was impossible to form coherent words.

He stopped and I almost got up to grab him in protest. I was too weak in the arms and muddled to do it though. Thank goodness. Instead I opened my mouth to beg him, just like I knew he wanted to hear.

"Please use me, Sasha Sir. Love me and please me as you like." I muttered. The embarrassing words stained my face and ears red, but I heard my lovers' pleased chuckle as his lips landed on my chest to abuse my pert nipples.

I gasped and tried not to squirm. He was making it very difficult for me to continue to be good. His teeth raked over the puckered nubs and I let out the most humiliating sounds. My chest heaved and his hands caressed my sides, so it made me shudder.

"Good boy Lukas, now up and take six." His breath stroked my neck, and he planted an open-mouthed kiss on my chin before stepping away. I scrambled up and practically skipped to the wall.

I stuck my ass out and held my breath in anticipation. I felt his hand stroke over my flesh from between my legs and closed my eyes in bliss. I had to concentrate so I wouldn't thrust my hips for more friction.

"Sir, Sasha Sir... I love you... Love, love you." I muttered as his hands worked me into a frenzy. He stopped, and I felt his breath on my crack. I clenched in surprise. His hands spread me open and I felt his finger stroke over my hole.

"Ready for your reward, Lukas?" His deep voice cast a shiver down my spine yet again. I held my breath, and he didn't move. My hole was just exposed and clenching in excitement.

"Yes Sir!" I called out. His lips descended and I nearly screamed from the feeling. His tongue plunged in and out, his lips sucked, and his teeth nibbled until I was a sobbing mess that could hardly bear to stand anymore.

"I... can't... Sir..." I was crying big ugly tears at the utter joy of the sensations. His fingers had joined in and I had to thrust my hips. He was doing terrible, wonderful things that I still had yet to feel before.

"Yes, you can, Lukas. That's my good boy." His breathless words caressed my backside. A hand smacked my asscheek as my leg bucked a little. I straightened my knee back a bit shakily.

"Please, please, please... fuck me." I finally gave in to my inner demon and begged him. I heard his growl at the words.

"What was that, Lukas?" His deep voice came close to my ear and drew in a deep breath.

"Fuck me Sir. I beg you." I gasped. His large body covered mine and his arm wrapped around my waist. I felt the tip start to sink in and threw my head back in bliss. "Yes!"

"Here's your reward, boy. Eat it up well." His lips pressed against the back of my collar as his length slid deep inside. It felt so good. Not just like a reward. Like I was safe. Like I was loved.

Like I was home.

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