I stop in front of him to crouch and give him a kiss. “Missed you, omega,” I murmur.
Shively sighs. “I missed you too, Alpha.”
“Mm. How about you get your pretty hole ready for me, sweetheart? Go into the bathroom while I set up a surprise.”
He licks his lips and nods with a single bob of his head. I hand him the lube from my pocket, and he fluidly gets to his feet and disappears into the bathroom.
I turn on the reading lights on either side of the bed before emptying my pockets of the goods I brought. I strip down to my underwear so I have a better range of motion and set to work getting the bondage rig around the corners of the mattress toward the head of the bed. I tug on them a little and decide they’ll work out just fine.
The pillows are shoved out of the way now, stacked on the chair to the side. I’m just placing the toys on the bed when Shively returns with the lube in hand.
“You ready for me, omega?”
He nods and hands me the lube when he’s within range. I toss it to the bed and pull his naked body flush against mine. He presses his forehead to mine and sighs.
“Long night, huh?”
Shively nods. We don’t talk about hockey much. Not unless we’re firmlynotin this power exchange and have stepped out to resemble a more traditional relationship. I don’t ever want him to think that what we’re doing, how he’s expected to obey me, needs to transfer over to hockey.
His lips are soft and pliant when I take his mouth. I generally keep our kisses on the surface because they feel more intimate to me. Full-mouth kisses tend to feel sloppy and impersonal. In my experience, they’re a medium for lust more than connection.
Kissing Shively in a way that I can taste him doesn’t necessarily feel that way. It’s not superficial between us because nothing is. Still, I reserve it for moments when I want to instantly plunge him into a boneless state.
Our kisses, all of them, are deep. It’s just a different kind of resonance I’m facilitating depending on the way I kiss him. I’ve been pleasantly surprised that full-mouth and tongue kissesfeelintimate with Shively, though I suppose I shouldn’t be surprised. Everything with Shively is personal.
When he’s nearly breathless, I release his mouth with a smirk. The way his knees practically buckle from only our kiss is a boost to the ego. “I have something new for us to try tonight,” I tell him, running my fingers along his jaw. The prickly stubble from the day makes him feel rugged. Rough.
“Okay,” he murmurs.
With another lingering kiss, I take a step away and reach for the cuffs on the bed. His breath catches when I hold them up.
“Just your wrists. I’m going to bind them over your head.” It’s on the tip of my tongue to ask for his consent, but I already have his consent to try new toys. That’s now in our rules that he’s agreed to. Still, I need to know what’s on his mind. I’ve learned that outright asking him what he wants, though he’s getting better at telling me, makes him uncomfortable. But asking him how he feels…
“What are you feeling right now?”
Shively licks his lips, and I don’t miss the heat in his eyes. “Nervous. A little scared. Tense. Horny.”
I grin. “Okay. Let’s talk about being scared.”
He closes his eyes to think about it. “I’m afraid of feeling trapped and like I can’t get away. Helpless. That situation scares me.”
“Thank you for telling me.” Keeping true to our leather collars, they aren’t traditional cuffs. They’re two leather bracelets with buckles for all intents and purposes, and they can be held together with a short length of leather. I take one of his hands and begin securing a cuff to it. I can feel his nerves radiate off him.
“You trust your alpha, don’t you?”
“Yes,” he answers immediately.
“Do you trust your alpha to take care of you when your hands are tied?”
Shively’s eyes are glued to where my hands are working on securing the second cuff now. “I do.”
“And you know that you can use your safeword if you need to stop. Not if you’re a little scared or nervous, but if you’ve reached a limit that’s going to cause you harm—any kind of harm. Correct?”
“Yes,” he answers, his voice nothing but a breath now.
These cuffs came with a few different spacers, but I’ve only brought the double-ended clip so I can keep his hands together. Shively watches as I fasten it then take his hands in mine. He stares for several minutes before meeting my eyes.
“What’s your safeword?”
