After he finishes going through my implement bag, he doesn’t remove anything to take it off the table. I reach over, cup his chin in my hand, and spend a moment staring into his eyes.
He blushes again, which is, of course, fucking adorable.
I know, Iknow. I can’t help it—that’s the best word to describe him.
It’s the perfect word.
“You ready to feel what it’s like to be tied up and have your ass tenderized, pet?”
He nods as much as he can with my hand holding him like that. “Yes, Sir. I want that.”
“Do you want to try a blindfold?”
His eyes positively light up. “Yes, please. And one of the gags?”
“We’re definitely using a gag this weekend but not this time.” I release his chin andboophis nose with my finger.
“Why not?”
“Because I want to be able to hear you if you safeword.”
Close enough. I also want to hear the yips and moans I’ll be drawing from him in short order.
But that answer seems to satisfy him. “Oh. Yes, Sir.”
Still, I don’t miss the longing in his gaze as he stares at the three different gags I own.
I’ll give him credit for trying to make up for lost time.
“Remember, we don’t need to do everything this weekend. I don’t want you burning out and hating me.”
Pink returns to his cheeks. “I won’t hate you, Sir.”
“You say that now, but I haven’t used a single paddle on you yet.” I stroke my fingers along the inside of his right calf. In response, his cock, which is definitely interested, gives another twitch.
Tentatively, he reaches out and rests his hand on my knee, where I’m sitting next to him.
I understand how much courage that takes him.
With my gaze meeting his, I lay my hand over his and slowly draw it up along my inner thigh. My cock has thickened again and would love to be buried inside him right now. Ass or mouth, either one.
I’m not picky.
But I want to take my time.
I’m watching his reaction as I pull his hand between my thighs and close his fingers around my cock. He looks eager.
“Tell me what you want, pet.”
“I want to make you happy, Sir.”
God. My heart wants to break for him. “Youaremaking me happy, pet.” I slowly slide his hand up and down my cock. “If you want to make me even happier, you’ll climb up on that bed and stick that gorgeous ass of yours in the air so I can start putting marks on it.”
He nearly falls over while scrambling to obey.
I can’t help but giggle. I can’t remember when I last had this much fun with someone, and we’ve hardly done anything yet.
While he’s complying, I move the suitcase closer to the bed and pick a couple of milder implements to start with. A gentle mop flogger, a strap, a small, lightweight acrylic paddle. Those I lay on the bed next to him.
