“Yes, my lord.”
“And it will hurt.”
This time, there’s a pause before the “Yes, my lord.”
“But of course, if at any time—”
“Green, my lord,” he says, a hint of a smile on his lips now. “I trust you. Do whatever you want to do. I’ll safe-word if I need to.”
I’dalmostforgotten that the man laid out before me is a very experienced submissive. But I’m grateful for his assurances.
He is not a clear canvas; his skin holds memories of previous lovers, previous encounters that make me clench my jaw.
Why, though? It would be unreasonable of me to expect anything else. Nevertheless…
The thrill of competition runs through me. I am not a man who often feels the need to stake a claim. Most things in life have come very easily to me,tooeasily, perhaps. But for Oliver, I want toprovesomething.
To make him remembermeabove all others.
I mount the bed and then I mounthim, nestling my crotch into his, and run a cool swab across his chest. I pick up the silver feather and I get to work.
My first scratching of the metal tip across Oliver’s chest, from nipple to nipple, provokes a hiss from him. “I won’t go deep,” I assure him, “if I can help it. But you must stay still. Can you do that for me, Oliver?”
His hands ball up the bedspreads as he takes two deep breaths. “Yes, my lord. I can.”
The next scratch goes above the first, and the third goes below. “I want you to know that I enjoy watching you suffer, as much as I enjoy watching your obedience. So feel free, won’t you, to cry out.”
He gives a smirk, though his eyes remain closed, and it fires my blood. Does he think I’ll go easy on him? He’ll soon find out that I’m a man of my word.
I press my hand down firmly on his chest, pulling his skin tight, and I continue, marking out two more lines, and then another five below. I bracket them to make a great stave, and mark out the treble and the bass. It’s careful, detailed work. Once that’s done, I begin on the opening notes of the song I wrote for him, the same notes that wiped Oliver’s face clean of that same teasing smile that he wore in the lounge.
I was so happy to see his reaction. It was like finding the key to opening him up.
And now I mark it on him, scratch it into his skin, each note slow and deliberate, transforming him into living score. A few times his blood wells up in tiny beads on the surface of his skin.
I sweep them up on my finger and rub it into my lips before I really think about what I’m doing, but bloodplay—up to and including ingestion—was something we both checked off on our questionnaires.
Still… “Green, Oliver?”
“Green, my lord.” He watches me as I suck the taste of him from my bottom lip, savoring who he is under the skin. He began the session half-full, and his excitement has only grown. I can see, where his cock peeks out from under mine, a bead of pre-cum welling at his tip, as if in sympathy with his blood. I collect that on a fingertip too, and suck it off.
He gives a shudder, and I smile at him. “I’ve underestimated you, Oliver. Your self-mastery is remarkable.”
His response is whispered, but proud. “Thank you, my lord.”
I get off him. “Move down the bed a little more. Let your head over the edge. The next part is trickier.”
He has one inscription across his chest, a representation of the music I hear when I think about him. The next marks—which will represent the part I’m still trying to work through—will be composed on a more intimate part of his body. I stand at his head, leaning over him a little, and his mouth falls open of its own accord.
“Wider.”
He opens wider, his belly moving quickly as he breathes faster.
“I only want your warmth and your comfort, Oliver. I don’t want anything else. No sucking. No teasing. When I want that from you, you’ll know it. For now, all I want is to warm my cock in your mouth while I work. Do you understand?” I run the tip of it around his lips and he gives a whimper of pleasure. “That’s not an answer.”
“Yes, my lord. I understand.”
I feed my flesh into his welcoming mouth, slowly, so he can adjust. “Swallow as you must, but I will track those movements, and punish you for them later. I’m not looking for release. Not yet. Remember the safety gestures we agreed on, since your mouth will bequitefull.”
