“Seems a pity to waste all these, doesn’t it?” Joe said, indicating one of the packets of envelopes.
Scott nodded, probably on automatic pilot. Joe would have bet anything he owned that Scott had no idea what he was talking about. It was just his newly found submissiveness answering for him. He’d have agreed with anything Joe said.
“You went first. Now it’s my turn to invite you somewhere,” Joe explained.
Scott’s eyes went to the envelope and stayed there. “W-what d-does it say?”
Joe raised an eyebrow. “You’ll just have to read it if you want to find out, won’t you?”
Scott reached for the cuff that still trapped him on the bed.
“When I leave, you’re free to take off that cuff, not before.” Joe folded his arms across his chest and leaned back against the chest of drawers to wait and see what Scott would do.
Scott stilled. He was sitting near the top of the bed with his shoulder resting against the headboard and his legs folded beneath him. His softened shaft was completely exposed and still smeared with cum. He was bloody gorgeous and apparently not about to argue with Joe’s commands.
Joe reluctantly looked down at his watch. He didn’t have time to linger much longer. “I’m working the late shift at the club tonight.”
Scott said nothing.
It was Saturday. Joe’s boss would kill him if he was late on their busiest night of the week. Joe tried to convince himself that was important when it didn’t feel even vaguely relevant.
There was no need for him to stay. The scene, such as it had been, was over. Joe knew all of that. Yet he still couldn’t quite convince himself to head for the door.
Running a hand through his hair, Joe finally pushed himself away from the chest of drawers. “Here are the rules. If you want to play with me, you can only play with me. I don’t share. Vanilla with other people is fine, but you don’t get kinky with anyone else.”
“Okay,” Scott said, his voice barely more than a whisper.
“I expect you to follow the orders I’ve left for you to the letter. If you’re not where I told you to be, when I told you to be there, I’m going to assume that you’ve changed your mind about all of this. No second chances. If you want to walk away, now is the time to do it. But if you don’t want to end this, then don’t mess me about.”
“I w-won’t—”
Joe held up a hand and silenced him. “Do you understand the rules?”
“Yes.”
Joe stepped forward until he stood directly in front of Scott with his legs pressed against the edge of the bed.
Scott followed his every move, tilting his head back to look up at him.
Sliding his fingers into Scott’s hair, Joe made him tip his head back even further. No protest; no attempt to get out of the uncomfortable position. That deserved a reward.
Joe bent down and brought their lips together for the first time. Scott gasped as Joe pressed his tongue against Scott’s lips, demanding access.
Scott didn’t attempt to refuse him. He welcomed Joe into his mouth as if it never occurred to him to do anything else. Joe jerked Scott up onto his knees. A muffled yelp let him knowthat the cuff around Scott’s wrist was dragging him back and stopping him short.
Not in the mood to make allowances, Joe didn’t relent in the slightest. He kept Scott exactly where he wanted him while he thoroughly explored his mouth. Scott was his, and the unexpected yet overwhelming need to mark his territory rolled through Joe’s body like a seismic wave. Buildings toppled in his mind. Structures that had seen him through more casual relationships than he could count started to crumble.
Joe nipped at Scott’s bottom lip, pulling a moan from him. Then Joe nipped at the same spot again, harder.
Breaking the kiss, Joe stepped back. Off balance and no longer able to support himself, Scott tumbled down onto the bed. His hair was disordered and his eyes glazed with submission.
Scott put one hand to his mouth. A drop of blood seeped from the spot where Joe had bitten him. Scott looked at his blood-smeared fingertips, then back to Joe. His eyes opened very wide with shock.
Joe took another step back. Partly because he was already cutting it fine if he had any intention of getting to work on time, but also because he wasn’t actually sure what he’d end up doing to Scott if he stayed any longer. He’d never known a sub who made him want to own a person quite so thoroughly.
Turning toward the door, Joe only stopped to pick up his jacket and the remaining envelopes. He hurried out, slamming the door behind him. In the corridor outside Scott’s bedroom, Joe paused, straining his hearing to pick up any sound of movement on the other side of the door.
Chains rattled, two light footsteps sounded on thin carpet, then paper tore.
