his desk. He missed Tony. He needed a touch. The weekend had been amazing, blown his mind, but now that it was over, he felt lost, empty. Lonely.
Finn grabbed his phone and, sucking it up, called Tony.
Tony picked it up on the first ring. "Hey, baby."
"I miss you." It wasn't exactly how he'd meant to start out, but it was true.
Tony chuckled, but the sound was fond. "Me too. I keep telling myself I was with you just yesterday, but I'm not buying it."
"Everything aches and I need you. Can I come over? Or you come here or something?"
"You're offering to leave the restaurant? It must be love."
"Must be. Please, Tony?" He swallowed hard. "Master?"
"I can be at my place in fifteen minutes. Meet me there, boy."
"I'll be there."
He hung up the phone and ran, only making sure the restaurant was secure and locked before speeding over.
His cock was hard, his hole ached, his nipples were swollen and sensitive. Tony had done a real number on him and he'd loved every second of it.
He parked his little car and headed in, burning, needing attention, care. Sex and love and Tony.
The door was slightly ajar, inviting him in.
"I'm here." He kicked off his shoes, left his briefcase on the side table and locked the door.
"Bedroom, boy."
Finn headed upstairs and toward the light, his hard prick pointing the way.
"Be naked when you come through the door."
"Where do you want me to leave my clothes? Anywhere in particular?" He yanked his shirt off, his poor nipples rejoicing.
"Just get naked, Finn." There was a hint of a growl in Tony's voice.
"I'm almost there." He dumped them in a pile by the door. Tony could punish him for being messy later.
"You know what to do when you get here."
Jump on Tony and ride him into the ground? Jack off wildly? He stepped in and knelt, thighs spread wide, hands behind his head.
He could hear Tony practically purring. "Good boy."
One hand reached down, pinched his swollen nip and he cried out, the pain better than the ache.
"Needy bastard." The words were a compliment in Tony's voice.
He nodded. "The shirt rasped them, all day."
"You need those fucking pretty little nips pierced."
Tony had said they'd go, but they'd been busy fucking their brains out for two days straight.
"Later." When they weren't so tender.
"No. When I say."
"When you say." Whatever. He was naked.
"When you say, what?"
"When you say, Master. Please, it's been such a hard day and I'm so..." He searched for the word. "Grr and sore and needing."
"Come up here." Tony grabbed his arms and tugged him up, bringing their mouths together.
He cried out, opening up. His body rubbed against Tony's, everything burning. Tony's hand wandered back to pinch his nipples as the kiss went on. Oh, God. Oh, God. He whimpered, arching so that their bodies slammed together.
Tony reached around with his free hand, grabbing his ass and squeezing hard, making the burn sharp. That was delicious, perfect, and so much easier to deal with than his poor tits.
"Wanna string you up and make you scream again."
"Need you. It's like my skin doesn't fit."
"I'll help you get it right again, baby."
He nodded, lips parting. "Please."
Tony grabbed his hand and led him to the bed. There were leather cuffs already set into the headboard. His heart started pounding, slamming. Oh, sweet fuck. Yes. This was what he needed.
Biting at his lower lip, Tony drew him down onto the bed. "I've got this pretty little baby flogger. Gonna make your nips sing."
Oh, God. Oh, God. They were already singing Carmen.
"Reach for the cuffs, baby."
"Master." He nodded, reached up, fingers brushing the cuffs.
Tony nodded. "That's right. You make me need when you say that."
He was fastened in, Tony smiling at him. "You did so good, boy, calling me this evening." Tony tapped his nipples. "And I'm going to take care of you."
He bucked, head tossing, so sore.
"Beg me to bite them, boy. I think I haven't chewed on your pretty tits enough."
Finn moaned, arms
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