Chapter Nine: Disciple

Sherlock didn't eat anything when they went out, but he did watch John eat. It was about an hour or so later before they were heading up the stairs into the flat. The doctor eating his ice cream had been a very nice sight, now Sherlock wanted to put something else in that mouth of his. "John." The detective started with a firm tone. "Strip."

John froze and blushed "Sherlock.." He shook his head as he took his coat off. "No, I'm not going to just strip on command."

It took Sherlock exactly five seconds to have John pinned with his chest to the wall and Sherlock's lips to his ear. "I thought I made it clear. You are mine."

John struggled back against Sherlock's weight, those last three words sending jolts straight down to his groin no matter how hard he fought it. "God Sherlock..."

"Maybe my little pet isn't disciplined enough." Using his scarf, Sherlock tied John's wrists behind his back. "I'll have to fix that."

John whimpered softly and try to look over his shoulder at the detective. "N-no.. I mean.. W-what are you going to do?"

"You'll see, pet." Sherlock pulled John into his room, untying him just long enough to strip him and grab his pair of silk covered hand cuffs before cuffing his wrists to a sturdy hook in the ceiling of his room.

John groaned softly, standing on the balls of his feet. "Since when do you have a hook hanging from the ceiling?"

"It has been there a while. You just never noticed." Sherlock turned and grabbed his riding crop, twirling it in his hand. "You will say 'Thank you, Master' for every hit."

John eyes widened and he quivered, both excited and dreading the hits. "Y-yes, sir."

Without warning, the riding crop whizzed through the air before making contact with John's stomach. Sherlock was determined to make it clear that John was his.

John cried out, his body tensing at the pain. "Thank you, master!" He closed his eyes tightly, waiting for the next smack.

Sherlock walked around the doctor, the riding crop trailing over his skin before pulling back only to hit John's back with a sound smack.

"Ah!" John groaned as heat bloom around the hit areas and somehow sent jolts of pleasure to his groin. "Thank you, Master."

Smack. Smack. The riding crop hit the doctor twice more on his back. Sherlock walked around to stand in front of his John Watson.

John whimpered softly. "Thank you master, thank you master." He opened his eyes and looked at Sherlock, embarrassed that his cock stood straight out from him. That Sherlock could make him do anything from this point on.

Sherlock ran the riding crop over John's skin, down to press against the tip of his erection. His striking eyes gazed intently at the other man. "Who do you belong to?" He paused after each question to give John time to answer. "Who is it that you answer to?" Sherlock paused again and stepped closer to the man. "Who is it that you will always belong to?"

John quivered at the firm touch on his erection, barely able to keep his hips from thrusting against the cool leather. "You Master. God, only you forever." He bit his lip and asked softly. "Please.. Will you touch me now?"

A smile tugged at the edges of his lips as he dropped the riding crop. Sherlock pressed a light kiss to the underside of the doctor's jaw as he spoke. "Where do you want me to touch you, pet?"

John whined softly, straining forward to feel more. "Everywhere.. Fuck me please, Master, and stroke me and.. And let me suck you, suck me. I.." The doctor closed his eyes, knowing he was rambling and begging but he needed contact. He needed Sherlock. "Please.."

"Pick two." Sherlock said as he licked John's skin before stepping back. "Maybe if you had listened to me in the first place, you could have been rewarded with everything."

John whimpered softly, regretting his earlier decision. "Yes sir.. Please fuck your pet hard and stroke me. I need you so badly Master.."

It took less than ten seconds for Sherlock to undo his pants, pull himself out, and press his clothed body against John's with his legs wrapped around his waist. "Suck." He instructed as he pressed two fingers to his pet's lips.

John obeyed instantly, opening his mouth and suckling on Sherlocks slim fingers, running his tongue up and down and between the digits, as he moaned softly. He slowly ground himself against Sherlock, whimpering softly as his sensitive cock slid against Sherlocks clothing.

After a moment, Sherlock removed his slick fingers from John's warm mouth and trailed them down to his entrance. He nipped at the man's neck as he slipped a single, long finger into the doctor's tight body.

"Ngh..." John pressed his ass back, rocking there against the warm finger. "Ohh... Please, sir.."

Sherlock chuckled softly and added a second finger, scissoring them to stretch the doctor easily. "So eager… Such a good little pet."

"Uhh... Y-Yes sir." John watched Sherlock closely, silently begging the man to fuck him now, though his pride wouldn't let him say the words.

A soft chuckle rumbled in Sherlock chest at the look in John's eyes. "Are you really going to let your pride get in your way now, pet? You've begged me before." He crooked his fingers inside the other man. "And you'll do it again."

"Ah!" John hung his head panting softly at the simple touch to his prostate, both cursing God and thanking him for giving him such a spot to be touched. "Please, Master... Don't make me beg again.."

"Oh, but I so enjoy it when you beg." Sherlock licked the shell of the doctor's ear as he pressed into the bundle of nerves before pulling his fingers out.

"Oooh god.." John groaned softly and looked up into Sherlocks cool blue eyes. "Please... Please fuck me, sir, I n-need your cock in me now."

Without any warning, the head of Sherlock's erection pushed into John as his lips swallowed any noise he made. His arms held the doctor firmly so not much weight was put on his arms.

John moaned loudly against Sherlock's lips, wishing he had his hands free to tangle into Sherlock's beautiful curly hair and force him to go faster.

The detective used his self control to slowly push into John, drawing it out as much as he could. He bit back the groan that rose in his throat at the feel of the tight heat that enveloped him.

John whimpered softly and dropped his head back. "Ohh fuck... Please fuck me hard now!"

"No." Sherlock grunted as he reached to undo John's restraints. He pushed in the rest of the way as the doctor's weight sank down on him, a soft moan leaving him. The detective moved them to the bed with determination before he began moving slowly.

John groaned as Sherlock's filled him completely and finally tangled his fingers
in Sherlock's hair. "God.."

Sherlock pulled John's legs so they rested over his shoulders. His eyes were determined as he kept a slow, deep rhythm, making sure to tease brushes against the doctor's prostate every time.

John whimpered loudly, his fingers digging into the other man. "M-master, please!" John writhed under the slender man gasping. "F-fuck!"

"John…" Sherlock breathed against the man's ear, trying to make it clear. He wasn't going to move faster, this was going to be a slow climb and Sherlock wasn't going to change his mind.

John closed his eyes tightly, moving up against his lover, getting the point. He both loved and hated the man as he pushed him to the edge and held him there.

A thin sheen of sweat on Sherlock's forehead was the only facial reveal of how hard he was concentrating on keeping his rhythm. He kissed John deeply as he moaned, this was the first time he had slowed down enough during sex for it to be anywhere near the category of 'love making'. Until now.

John leaned up and kissed the man above him, his hands tightening on Sherlock's as he groaned in pleasure.

Sherlock kissed back with a passion, his hips starting to lose their rhythm, but only slightly, as he got closer to his own release.

John groaned louder, his eyes begging the other man. "P-please. Touch me.."

Without asking for begging or anything else, Sherlock's hand reached out and stroked John in time with his thrusts.

"Nghh... Ahh!" John clung to Sherlock desperately holding back now. "Ooh god.. S-sherlock.. cum w-with me."

The detective nodded and thrust deep into John, letting himself go as came. He clung to the doctor, his forehead resting on his shoulder.

John came loudly two seconds after the man on top of him started pumping him with hot jizz, covering their stomachs in it. He shuddered softly as he panted. "D-Damn.."

Sherlock took a slow, steadying breath before pulling out to lay next to John in his now soiled shirt and wrinkled pants. His blue eyes sliding close as he relaxes into the mattress, his arms laying on either side of him, but a single finger still touching the doctor's side.

John groaned softly as he stretched, sore from being in the same position for so long. He closed his eyes, and slowly curled up against Sherlocks arm, wanting as much contact as he could get without the detective pulling back, saying he doesn't cuddle.

The detective didn't argue as he laid there, enjoying that sated feeling he got after sex. His blue eyes opening to look at John, the one man who had gotten under his skin.

John had his eyes closed peacefully, relaxed from pleasure and the scent of his lover surrounding him.

With the warmth of John right next to him, Sherlock's eyes soon closed again. It was peaceful, but strangely, Sherlock didn't find it hateful for once in his life.

John gently kissed Sherlock's shoulder and spoke softly. "Thank you for punishing me, sir.."

Sherlock's lips curved in a slight smile but he said nothing. For once, he wanted to enjoy being idle. So, he closed his eyes and let John's warmth and presence clear his mind of everything else. It was only moments later than he had fallen into a peaceful sleep.