Dinner had been delicious, and there had been nothing awkward or uncomfortable about being out with Russell. Our conversation ranged from sports to movies to kinky stuff to me inchains.
“You look exquisite in my polished silver chains, Ryan.” He took a bite of his cheesecake dessert but kept his eyes on me. “I think you like being in mychains.”
I felt myself blush. Russell was never afraid to say what was on his mind. I looked down at my chocolate cake and took another bite as I imagined the few times I’d been in hischains.
“You’re right, I do. I think you know everything about me,” Iacknowledged.
“I know things about you, that you don’t even know, Ryan,” he playfullyoffered.
He had me curiousnow.
“Tell me something that I don’t know,” I asked and then took a big bite of the cake. I sat back in my chair and waited for his knowledgesharing.
He considered what I had asked for and finally dabbed his mouth with his napkin and then casually leaned back in hischair.
“I know that you’re finding fulfillment out of submitting to me. You have found the security and freedom that you have craved in an unexpected place. I also know that the more you run and try to evade aftercare with me, that the quicker you drop. And I know that you will continue to drop for a while. It’s expected given your past and what we do, but I’m prepared for it. Ryan, I’ve been in this lifestyle almost as long as you’ve been alive, and I can say with certainty that I’ve never seen someone drop as hard as youdo.”
I remember dropping some of the time and how scary it was because I hadn’t known it was happening or how to feelbetter.
“So, what else?” I took a sip from my water glass and was eager to move past dropping. “What else do you know about me that I don’tknow?”
Russell leaned forward and rested one of his forearms on the table and gathered a piece of cheesecake on his fork. He slowly withdrew the fork from his mouth as he kept his eyes on me. I knew this wasn’t the right moment to be thinking this, but that fork motion made me wonder what it’d feel like to get head from him. I bet he’s good at giving it, even if he’d never given it before. Russell Moore was just good ateverything.
“I know that you struggle to understand that I want all of you. I want everything that you’ve been afraid to show me. Those nightmares that plague you, or the demons that chase you; I want those.” He paused again to eat. “I know that when I flog you, your body relaxes and settles, and you give yourself over to me. When this happens, the most beautiful expression appears on your face. It’s like you’ve waited your life for that kind ofcontentment.”
When he finished the last bite of his dessert, he leaned back in his chair and smiled atme.
“I also know that eventually, you’re going to see what I see inyou.”
I smiled at him and thought about all of the times he’d put me in front of his full-length mirror and asked me to tell him what Isaw.
“You think so?” Iteased.
“I know so. It’s a promise.” We stared silently at one another. “And as you know, Ryan, I don’t make promises that I can’tkeep.”
“Fair enough,” I said. We would see if he’s right, but I had a feeling that he’d have a long time to wait for thatone.
At a snail’s pace, we moved along Las Vegas Boulevard on our way back to his home. I had been watching people walking along the sidewalk when Russell stopped at a stoplight. He reached over and rubbed his hand over my chest and thenstomach.
“You feel good under myhand.”
“Thank you,” I said and then playfully added, “I’d feel better underyou.”
“Mmm, indeed. You just love going around and setting fires, don’tyou?”
I tipped my head back against the headrest and laughed when I saw him take his hand off the steering wheel to reach down and adjust his dick in his pants. Then I felt as though my shirt was being pulled. I heard a weird noise and then saw a button from my shirt land on the dashboard. Russell had popped a few buttons off my shirt and had snaked his hand inside. He firmly grabbed my pecs and then brushed his thumb over my nipple. For whatever reason, I found this extremelyhot.
“I think you set enough fires, too,” Isaid.
He laughed out loud and shook his head atme.
“God, I love you, Ryan. Undo yourpants.”
I leaned back in my seat, undid my belt and unbuttoned and unzipped mypants.
“Reach inside your underwear. Are youhard?”
“Yes, gettingharder.”
