Another shake of his head.
“You’ve never been owned by a dominant, never promised to do as someone else said or accept the consequences?”
Scott stared longingly at Joe’s cock, but made no attempt to answer, not even with a gesture.
Definitely not good enough. Joe turned his back on him.
Chains rattled, letting Joe know that Scott was pulling hard at his bonds. It was so easy for Joe to imagine Scott trying to peer around his body so he could continue to watch the show,but Joe didn’t look over his shoulder to check, no matter how tempted he was.
“N—never,” Scott said.
Joe didn’t even try to hide his pleasure with that admission as he turned back to face Scott once more. “Perfect.”
Hope shone in Scott’s gaze as their eyes met.Yes, Joe repeated silently to himself,completely perfect. “You know what that means, don’t you?” he asked, as he stepped closer to the bed to stare directly down at Scott.
* * * * *
Scott Evans knew he had to answer Joe if he wanted Joe to remain facing him, but it wasn’t easy. He opened his mouth, but he was so nervous, all he managed to do was croak out something unintelligible. Whimpering his annoyance with himself, he shook his head and prayed that would suffice.
It might not have been a verbal answer, but it was honest. The longer he spent tied up in Joe’s presence the more certain Scott was that he didn’t know a damn thing about anything.
Joe was still jacking his cock, his movements slow and lazy, as if he had all the time in the world, and fully intended to spend it doing a million and one erotic things. Scott helplessly watched Joe’s hand move up and down around his erection, again and again.
There was nothing half-hearted about Joe’s actions now. His grip tightened. Each stroke covered his cock all the way from root to tip. Joe’s jeans slid down a little as he worked his shaft, revealing large, low hanging balls covered with a dense coating of short dark hairs.
Scott licked his lips, desperate to taste Joe, to be allowed to wrap his mouth around Joe’s cock and show him that he wasn’t a complete novice.
Joe stepped closer to the edge of the bed. “That means,” he said, leaning down until his lips almost caressed Scott’s ear, “that a part of you will always belong to me. I will always be the first man you submitted to—I will always own that.”
Scott turned his head, straining his neck in an effort to face Joe properly. Joe remained leaning over him. His lips were just an inch away from Scott’s mouth. Maybe if Scott could twist his neck around just a little further then—
Joe pulled away just a moment too soon. A frustrated moan hit the air, and Scott knew the noise had to have come from him. Joe’s grin just grew wider when he heard it. He didn’t relent in the slightest. There would be no kiss.
Scott slumped back against the mattress, letting himself fall face first into the pillow as he struggled to hide his disappointment. Every inch of skin on his back still tingled from Joe’s touch. It was hard for Scott to believe the flogger wasn’t still dancing over his body as he closed his eyes and made a concerted effort to accept Joe’s refusal to kiss him with something like good grace.
Tugging at the leather around his wrists and ankles, Scott squirmed and rubbed his erection against the mattress. His cock was so hard. He needed to come so badly. Not being kissed was the least of his troubles, really.
The sheet covering the mattress teased his shaft as he squirmed, but it wasn’t enough. Scott needed more. He needed Joe’s cock buried deep inside him. He needed Joe’s hand wrapped around his hard-on. He needed—
A sudden flash of lightening earthed itself in Scott’s right buttock. He gasped. Twisting against the mattress, he desperately tried to look over his shoulder. He was just in time to see Joe’s hand leave his arse. A faint palm print was already blossoming in its wake, a darker patch of pink against the lighter blush the flogger had already painted on him.
“That’s enough of that.”
Scott dragged his gaze up until he reached Joe’s face. Joe didn’t look angry. That was good. He actually seemed amused.
Joe moved to kneel on the bed between Scott’s spread legs. His jeans were bunched up around his hips. He still had his T-shirt on, though the thin material did little to hide Joe’s glorious build.
Craning his neck, ignoring the way the muscles cramped across his shoulders as the cuffs pulled at his wrists, Scott watched in silence while Joe spread a generous coating of lube over his fingers.
When Joe moved his hand out of Scott’s line of sight, Scott lowered his head back onto the pillow. The first slick touch against his arse made him tense. Joe made no complaint about that as he circled Scott’s hole with one fingertip.
The single digit caressed the tight ring of muscle again and again. Spirals of pleasure grew inside Scott, and each twirling rope of sensation only increased the tension inside him.
“Relax for me.”
It was the worst thing Joe could have said. Scott’s muscles instantly knotted until each one ached from the strain. Scott doubted he’d been that tight when he’d been a virgin.
Scott closed his eyes, knowing he was screwing up his one chance with Joe, but not able to do a damn thing about it.
