Scott already stood close to the bedroom wall. One step back and he was pressed firmly against the paintwork.
Joe placed his hands on the wall either side of Scott’s shoulders. Dipping his head, he brought his lips to Scott’s ear.
“You are going to screw me, sweetheart. But don’t, for a single moment, think that means you’ll be the one giving the orders.”
“I…um…” Scott swayed toward Joe and his naked skin rubbed temptingly against Joe’s clothes.
Scott’s nerves only made Joe more confident that he had made the right decision. As Joe pulled back far enough to study Scott’s expression, Scott took a deep breath and tried to calm himself a little. Now that he was trapped safely against the wall, he seemed to find that a far more manageable task.
A minute passed. Scott’s attention seemed to focus in on Joe’s lips, but Joe couldn’t tell if that was because Scott found it so hard to believe what he had just said and was waiting for more words that would explain everything, or because he wanted another kiss. Joe gave him neither.
Another minute of silence.
“Yes, s-sir.” For Scott, the words were spoken with surprising tranquillity. That in itself raised a red flag in the most protective part of Joe’s mind.
Joe stepped back from Scott and folded his arms across his chest to make sure he didn’t reach out to Scott before he should. It would be far too easy to lose focus and make the wrongdecision if his senses were alive with the sensation of Scott’s skin beneath his hands.
Joe even made himself keep his gaze up on Scott’s face, away from all that wonderful naked skin. “Are you just saying that because you think it’s what a sub should always say to a dom?”
“More because it always f-feels like the right thing to say to y-you,” Scott whispered.
It would have been hard for him to have picked a statement more likely to head straight to Joe’s cock, but Joe steeled his resolve and forced at least a little of his blood to aim for his brain rather than his shaft.
“Before tonight, have you ever thought about screwing me?” he asked.
Scott shifted his weight nervously onto the balls of his feet and back. The movement made Joe look momentarily down, and Scott’s erection bob temptingly.
“It’s not a trick question,” Joe promised, dragging his gaze back up to Scott’s eyes.
Scott gave a jerky nod. “Yes, I’ve th-th-thought about it.”
Something inside Joe relaxed. He wasn’t pushing Scott into doing something he didn’t want to do after all. Scott wanted to screw him, and Joe had never imagined he could be so thoroughly overjoyed by finding out a guy wanted to top him.
It wasn’t that he’d been worried about making a fool of himself when he announced his plans for the night, of course he hadn’t. He wasn’t the type. Joe had always done whatever the hell he wanted without worrying about what anyone thought and…and he really wasn’t fooling himself with that line of bull anymore.
Things were different with Scott; and whatever way Joe tried to twist the facts, it was bloody fantastic to know that thelimb he’d crawled out on wasn’t going to be cut off when he least expected it.
Joe allowed himself a small smile. “I’ve thought about it too.” He finally let himself move, but rather than close the gap between himself and Scott, he strode across to his wall of toys. “And I promise you, there wasn’t a single scenario that passed through my mind that featuredmeas a sub.”
Scott licked his lips. He was still nervous, but now, unless Joe was very much mistaken, that was all due to anticipation. Scott’s only concern now revolved around finding out which toy Joe intended to introduce him to.
Joe ran his palm over a paddle. His fingers flirted with a whip. Scott would love them—their session with the crop had left Joe more convinced of that than ever. But, when he finally took an implement down from its hook, it wasn’t anything that might fall against Scott’s skin and redden his arse.
Scott let out a soft little moan of pleasure as he saw the handcuffs Joe had selected. The moment Joe stepped toward him, he held out his wrists to be cuffed.
“No.”
Scott’s gaze jerked from the restraints up to Joe’s eyes.
“Behind you.”
The words had barely had time to leave Joe’s lips before Scott turned around and put his hands behind him, offering his wrists close together at the small of his back.
The cuffs weren’t the kind sold in the high street sex shops. There was no furry padding around them, no safety release function. When the metal curled around Scott’s wrists, it sounded serious. That only seemed fitting to Joe, since he’d never been so serious about a guy. Scott, however, damn near jumped out of his skin.
It only took Joe a moment to have Scott’s other hand restrained.
Scott squirmed, instinctively testing his bonds, even though they both knew he’d never actually want to escape them.
