Chapter Twenty-Six
Elliot’s eyes widen when I show him the bed’s new hardware.
Also, his cock starts to inflate again.
Excellent.
I pull him in for a kiss and remove the collar. “Shower, then fun.”
Probably our fastest shower ever. I tease and stroke him, play with his ass—and let him play with mine—until we’re both about to start fucking right there.
Except I want him on the bed.
I want him helpless and begging forme.
I won’t be his second—I’ve patiently spent six years in second place.
Time formeto be first, for a change.
Tonight’s music is light rock, a different Pandora station than before, run through my tablet. I set up my Bluetooth speaker and it turns out his old one died. A replacement has already been added to my shopping list.
Fastening the collar and cuffs on him, I find that no, the second ankle cuff isn’t big enough to go around his calf. I’ll have to get a strap with Velcro on it, or something to use around his upper calf, something easy to put in place and remove.
Meanwhile, I use leftover paracord to tie a basic harness around his knee and calf and improvise with that. Yes, I paid attention when Leo tied me up. I learned a few basics.
Elliot’s got a little bit of a wild look in his eyes as he lies there restrained and exposed, his rigid cock fully erect and already leaking.
Straddling him on the bed, I lightly rake my nails over his pecs. “Who’s my good boy?”
“Me, Sir!” He tugs on his wrists, remembers he’s restrained, and his cock twitches even more.
Score one for guessing right about this. I can’t overpower him, but I can restrain him.
Next order I’ll make will be for a portable under-mattress restraint system I can take with us on the road, along with one for here.
Grazing his nipples with my nails draws a low moan from him and makes his cock twitch even more.
“Such an eager boy I have tonight.” I play with the puddle of pre-cum and lick it from my fingers. Slightly salty, and he tastes a little different than Leo. “Time for someone to start negotiating. What will you do to come?”
“Anything Sir wants me to do.”
I feel myself channeling Leo and don’t have the mental energy to fight it. “That’s a dangerous game, boy. You don’t know what I’ll ask of you.” I tweak his nipples and he fruitlessly shifts his hips, but there’s no traction to be had against his cock from where I’m sitting on his thighs.
“I trust you, Sir.”
“Do you now?”
“Yes, Sir.”
“Hmm.” I brace my hands on the mattress on either side of his head and lean in, just far enough he can’t kiss me, and that my body isn’t giving him much traction along the underside of his cock.
But he can feel my hard cock rubbing against his abs.
“Maybe I’ll want to do dark and dirty things to you, boy. Maybe during lunch tomorrow, I’ll order you to give that ass up to me over your desk.”
He bites down on his lower lip. “Yes, Sir.” His voice is turning low and breathy as he spins down the rabbit hole.
“Maybe I’ll put you on your knees in the back of the limo on the ride home and make you blow me.”
