“Mmmhmm,” Goldie hummed.
“When the movie is over, I will,” Day promised.
A cursory listen identified the film now as the second movie in theStaraxtrilogy, and Goldie continued to suckle on Day’s half-hard cock. He didn’t suck with any true pressure, just enough to hold Day in his mouth. As it went on, his cheeks were getting tired and he had to stop, laying his cheek against Day’s thigh.
Day didn’t reprimand him, instead continuing to pet his hair and smile. He glanced at Goldie here and there, but for the most part seemed to be enjoying the movie.
As soon as Goldie could, he got going again, sucking Day’s cock a little deeper. He was relaxed, full from dinner, and the familiar fuzz of surrendering himself to Day made everything warm and wonderful. He’d almost forgotten what he was so upset about when he first got home today.
Something about Michael…
It didn’t matter right now.
All that mattered was being good for Day.
The credits were finally rolling now, and Day tapped Goldie’s shoulder. “Come along, my angel. It’s time.”
Goldie was drooling as he pulled off, and he had to wipe his mouth with his hand because he couldn’t get his tongue to cooperate with his numb lips. His damn mouth had fallen asleep, and he smiled as Day slid his thumb over his chin to wipe up some spit.
“There. All better.” Day leaned forward to kiss his forehead. “Do you need help getting up?”
“Possibly.” Goldie didn’t see any point in lying. His knees were stiff from being on them for so long, and he was glad for Day’s strong arms to help boost him back to his feet. Some of his joints popped and cracked as he followed Day into the bedroom, and he made a mental note to really take it easy tomorrow.
That is, if Day would allow it.
Day had never been cruel in his domination, and he seemed to know when Goldie needed to rest. Goldie was confident that Day wouldn’t push him too hard as long as he was good. It was that simple. He just had to listen, follow Day’s instructions, and he could beperfect.
“On your stomach, angel,” Day ordered.
“Yes, sir.” Goldie tipped himself forward to flop into bed, gathering up the pillows to bury his head into as he stretched his legs out. He turned his head to watch Day, and his heart skipped a beat as Day took off his sweater and socks.
Though there was something undeniably sexy about Day wearing that particular sweater with his big fluffy socks, Goldie much preferred the vision of Day without anything on at all. As Day lifted the sweater over his head, the lines of his stomach and narrow waist reminded Goldie of the painting of Saint Sebastian in Day’s father’s Bible.
The blissful expression on Day’s face in the low illumination of the bedside lamp was equally reminiscent of the saint, though instead of looking toward heaven with such transcendent admiration, Day was looking at Goldie.
Day climbed into bed and on top of Goldie, kissing up his side and across his back as he mounted him. “You are so beautiful, angel. I cannot wait to feast upon you.”
“I’m all yours,” Goldie said. “Whatever you want, baby.”
“Do you want to come?”
“God, yes.” Goldie shuddered. The ache between his legs had waned to a dull throb, but the mere mention of orgasm dragged it up to an insistent pounding. “Yes, please, please, please.”
“You must learn to trust me,” Day warned, pausing to grab the lube from where Goldie had left it on the bedside table. He lubed himself up, continuing firmly, “You must trust in me with all of your heart and lean not on your own understanding. You must submit in all ways to me, and I will guide your path for all of your days.”
Goldie shivered. “Yes, Day. Yes, baby. I will. I want to understand. I do.”
“I’m not sure if you can.” Day rubbed the wet head of his dick up against Goldie’s hole. “You say you believe in me and my mission, and yet you still have so many doubts… I don’t know how else to teach you, my angel. You must believe in me without understanding, just as we believe in God without understanding His way.”
“I do believe in you,” Goldie argued.
“Put your hands up on the headboard.”
“What?”
“Hands. Headboard.” Day was smiling. “I’m going to cuff you.”
Goldie’s stomach lurched, and he broke out into a pant as his trembling hands moved to comply.
