Do I want him to? The answer is obviously yes, even though it’s stupid and would be crossing a line. He’s made himself vulnerable by expressing his desire for me, which is fucking sexy. Can I forget that he works for me for one night? Should I? My brain goes into overdrive as I try to make a decision. Play it safe, or throw caution to the wind and taste the man I’ve fantasised about all week. Would it help if I call him Archer in my head rather than by his real name? Would it help if I convince myself this is a daydream? A very real, very tangible daydream.
“Kneel.”
He goes to his knees instantly, staring up at me, lips parted. His wide eyes are questioning as he awaits further instruction. I’m hopelessly lost. There’s no way I can send him away or deny him now I’ve seen him like this. I lean down, hook my fingers through the chest ring on his harness, and pull him to his feet. He’s utterly compliant, his relaxed, obedient body showing me this is what he wants.
“I’m going to leave you to it,” his brother says.
Fuck, I haven’t even asked his name. I don’t need to. They might look the same, but Archie’s the only one who matters in my universe right now. His brother slips away, back to the drinks table, even though he already has two glasses of water in his hand.
I tug Archie closer so his body almost brushes against mine. I can feel the heat rising off him. He smells of red apples, sweet and tempting. I yank up on the ring, forcing him onto his tiptoes. He tips his head back, his pupils shrinking to dark pinpricks. His tongue darts out to wet his lips. My body is buzzing with desire for him. I lean down and brush my lips against his, briefly tasting the freshness of mint on his breath. He whimpers as I stand tall again, his lips parting farther, silently begging me to kiss him properly. I’ve already done too much, but I long to do more. I will do more.
“We need to talk.”
I pull him to one of the armchairs, sit, and drag him onto my lap. He comes without hesitation or resistance. He puts one hand on my shoulder and the other on my chest. He sucks his lower lip into his mouth as he watches his hand stroking my chest hair.
“You’re gorgeous,” he whispers.
Coming from his lips, I believe it, even though I’m far from the best-looking guy here. I’m not the kind of guy who spends hours in the gym, unlike Calvin. A love of food and the gravity of time have piled more pounds on me than I care to think about. I’m very hairy, but I’ve never once considered waxing or shaving it all away.
Archie has a fine spattering of pale chest hair, mostly concentrated around his centre line, becoming thicker just before it vanishes beneath the waistband of his black jeans. I like the way he feels as he sits across my lap, warming my thighs. I keep him closer to my knees than my groin, so his proximity doesn’t turn me on. Or if it does, he won’t notice.
“You’ve been to kink parties before?” I ask.
“Clubs, mostly.”
“Hard limits?”
“No humiliation. No scat or urine.”
“You enjoy pain?”
“To a point. I’ll use the safewords to let you know if it’s going too far.” He cups the sides of my head, gently stroking his fingers back and forth over my skull. “I like to be tied up and blindfolded.” He moves his face closer to mine, and I’m sure he’s going to kiss me, but he keeps speaking instead. “I like it when a Dom makes me feel.”
“Sensory play?” I ask. It’s always best to check so we’re on the same page.
“Yes.”
My lips curve into a smile. It’s like he was put on earth just for me.
“I like to suck cock,” he says in a husky tone.
I catch his wrist in my hand and tap the black band.
He smirks. "I already told you, I can add a green loop if you want. You don't have one either."
Oh, fuck, I do want, but I'm not going to push him into adding a green loop now. I want him to be absolutely sure it's what he really wants because once he's wearing one, I won’t hesitate to order him to his knees to suck my cock.
I twist my fingers into his hair, tugging until his brows twitch together, and he lets out a little gasp. “Do you like that?”
“Yes, Sir.”
I put my other hand to his neck so the fleshy part between my finger and thumb is pressing just below his Adam’s apple. “And that?”
“Yes. But…”
I release the pressure.
“Not too much. A little squeeze is hot, but I don’t like it when I can’t breathe.”
