“Are you okay, sweet boy?” Spence asks as he nuzzles my jaw.
“Yes, Daddy. I was just thinking about you…us.”
“Good thoughts, I hope?”
“Yes.”
His lips find mine again. God, I love the way he kisses me. He claims me every time he does, makes it clear I’mhisboy. I wouldn’t want to be anyone else’s.
“Tie me up, Daddy,” I repeat as soon as the kiss ends. “Blindfold me. Gag me. Make love to me.”
Spence chuckles. “You’re very demanding tonight.”
“Because I love you, and I want you.” I shake my head. “No… Ineedyou.”
Spence looks at my bed. “There’s nothing to attach the cuffs to,” he muses. “How do you feel about being on your stomach, with your hands bound behind your back?”
A pulse of excitement snakes down my spine. “That sounds hot, Daddy.”
He kneels beside me, flips me over, and gently secures the cuffs around my wrists, binding them together.
“If you’re gagged, you won’t be able to use your safe words,” he points out.
“I could use a nonverbal signal?”
“What would work for you? Remember, your hands are bound, and you’ll be blindfolded too.”
I purse my lips, thinking. “I could tap the bed with my foot.”
“Try it.”
I obey, lifting my lower leg and flopping it back down again twice.
“I won’t miss that,” Spence says approvingly. “If you use that signal, I’ll stop, release the ball gag, and we can talk things through, okay?”
“Yes, Daddy.”
Spence presses tender kisses across my shoulders while he strokes my hip gently. He doesn’t stop until my arms relax completely. Then he kisses my cheek.
“I’ll be right back.”
I don’t question him. I trust him. He comes back a minute later with a towel, which he places under my cheek. I frown, not understanding.
“Have you ever worn a gag while lying on your stomach?”
“No…”
“You won’t be able to swallow.”
I grimace at the thought of the amount of drool I’ll end up producing. Maybe the gag isn’t a good idea after all.
“Is something wrong?”
“Drool isn’t sexy.”
Spence lifts his eyebrows. “It isn’t?”
“Uh… no…”
