“As directed.”
“You’re early.”
Cooper checked his watch. “You said by eight, not at eight.”
Adam appeared from the kitchen, wearing a pair of low-slung joggers. He dried his hands with a dish towel and headed across the house toward where Cooper stood in the doorway. Adam’s face was near predatory, a far cry from the soft and uncertain expressions his features took on the times Cooper moved to take control of their relationship. The look on Adam’s face was familiar, the intent behind his movements such a clear memory, Cooper could still feel Adam’s hands against his skin from the last time they’d played ten years before. His muscles tightened around the toy inside of him and he licked his lips, bracing himself as Adam grew closer.
“Are you ready?” Adam asked, backing him against the front door.
“For what?”
“Me.”
“In more ways than one, if you want to know the truth,” he answered.
“I always want the truth.” Adam raised his hand, curling his fingers around Cooper’s throat. He didn’t squeeze or press. It felt more like he was checking the fit…the placement. Cooper licked his lips and tilted his head back, baring more of his chin for Adam’s palm.
“I cleaned out for you. Just in case you wanted to get in there.” Cooper’s words caused Adam’s nostrils to flare, and Adam’s cock throbbed against his leg. “But if not, that’s fine too. I’m wearing a plug because I like how it feels inside of me while I’m fucking that tight asshole of yours.”
Adam tightened his hand around Cooper’s throat and Cooper groaned, going pliant and letting Adam’s hand hold a fraction of his weight. As much as he loved exerting his own dominance, it came so easily to Adam that Cooper was lost to him whenever he flipped that switch. That’s why goading Adam into a submissive role had always been such a turn-on for Cooper. It was so contrary to Adam’s nature, but at the same time, he looked so natural on his knees.
“Go into the bedroom.” Adam leaned in, the commands blowing hot against Cooper’s cheek. “Take off your clothes and get onto your knees, facing the mirror on the closet. Is that clear to you?”
“Yes,” he rasped. Adam’s grip flexed. “Yes, Sir.”
Adam let go of him, and Cooper went into the bedroom, removing his clothes and folding them neatly. He set everything on the corner of the dresser and situated himself squarely in front of the mirror before going to his knees. There were two towels on the floor for him already, and the terrycloth was rough against his skin. Adam hadn’t told him what to do with his hands, so he rested them on his thighs, palms up, and he waited.
Hardly any time passed before Adam followed, an appreciative sound rumbling out of him when his stare landed on Cooper’s reflection. Cooper caught his gaze and held it, his entire body responding at the hungry way Adam looked him over in the mirror. Adam walked toward him and reached down, flattening his hand against Cooper’s back—right between his shoulder blades.
“Arms up,” Adam said.
Cooper raised his arms above his head, straightening his spine as he elongated his fingers toward the ceiling. Adam pressed against his back, urging Cooper to the floor. His chest hit first, then his cheek when he turned his face to the side, and finally his arms and fingertips. Adam traced his touch over the back of Cooper’s head and down the length of his arms, stopping to flatten Cooper’s palms against the carpet, his fingers pointing toward the mirror.
And then his touch was gone.
Adam moved away.
Cooper closed his eyes, taking the time to drift into the mindset of submission. Sometimes it was harder for him to find, like the times when his brain was too active. But being with Adam made it easier. He focused on his breathing, on the pleasure he derived from giving control to someone equally powerful to him, of abandoning his quest for pleasure into someone else’s hands. His heart rate and his breathing slowed while his cock and nipples rubbed against the carpet with every inhale, the rough pile abrading his inflamed and sensitive areas.
“I almost forgot,” Adam whispered, his touch returning, this time against Cooper’s exposed cheek. “How white your skin is before you end up with my marks all over you.”
Cooper opened his eyes to try and catch Adam in his periphery, but Adam pushed harder against his face, shoving him into the carpet and making it difficult for Cooper to see anything, even the dresser right in front of him. Adam raked his hand up the side of Cooper’s face and tangled his fingers into his hair. He moved in one swift motion, straddling Cooper with one leg on either side of his body, and he yanked Cooper by the head, hauling him up enough off the floor to pull all of Cooper’s muscles taut.
It brought them both into focus in the mirror, and Adam reached around, plucking Cooper’s right nipple between his fingers. A flurry of soft and quick tugs, and then one long twist that had Cooper moaning and again going soft. His body went slack and the pressure vibrated through the ends of his hair as the strands were pulled straight. Adam’s pinched fingers against his nipple moved from pain to pleasure, the sharp daggers of blood restriction radiating out from the small nub on his chest.
“Do you want me to tell you what I’m going to do, or do you want me to surprise you?”
“It’s not like you to ask,” Cooper whispered, face flushed as red as his chest. “My limits are the same as they’ve always been.”
His limits were simple, and that was how he knew Adam would never forget them. He also knew that the things he would not give Adam were few and far between.
“Don’t move,” Adam commanded, releasing Cooper’s hair and his nipple. The blood rushed back, and Cooper gritted his teeth to stifle the moan that built in the back of his throat. He’d always been vocal as a dominant, but as a sub, he could be a bit of a brat. Cooper was obedient and he listened well, but he loved to make Adam really work for it sometimes, and considering this was his first time submitting to Adam in a decade, he didn’t want to make it easy.
He wanted Adam to remember what they had together.
Hewanted to remember.
Adam pulled open the closest dresser drawer, an array of toys barely visible. It was apparent that he’d planned the day out. He’d known Cooper would give him what amounted to practically a blank check. Adam was back a moment later with clover clamps that he latched onto Cooper's nipples in less time than it took him to get a lungful of air. He tugged on the chain, tightening the small rubber pads and forcing Cooper to answer him with a deep sigh.
