I watched, mesmerized, as the clothes that had clung so tightly to his body moments ago now lay in a rumpled pile at his feet. In place of his shirt, trousers, and shoes was an unadulterated version of himself,proud yet vulnerable in equal measure, standing before me naked and ready for whatever I had in store for him that night.
Slowly, I circled around him drinking in every inch of exposed skin with my gaze until finally settling on his eyes which burned with anticipation and trust - a trust he had bestowed not only on me but also on himself that evening.
To ensure he kept that trust in both us and himself alive, I knelt down beside Michael and took his hand in mine again, our fingers entwining securely like two puzzle pieces fitting perfectly together.
“We can take things as slow or as fast as you please tonight,” I whispered against the shell of his ear before grazing my lips along the contours of his neck as chills ran down his spine. “You just have to breathe. Do you understand?”
“Yes…?” He looked up at me, confusion apparent on his face.
I brushed my thumb over his cheekbone. “For tonight, you can still call me Billy unless the urge strikes to use something else, and I’ll stop if you tell me to. If this is something you realize you need more of, we'll sit down and sort through the expectations.”
“Thank you… Billy.” He glanced up at me before dropping his gaze to the floor between his knees.
My shoulders relaxed, alerting me to my own apprehension. I wasn't sure what I wanted him to call me, if anything other than by name. Although we'd talked and fooled around in a slightly twisty manner a few times, life hadn't given us the opportunity to truly experiment until now.
I paused as I studied Michael, his body trembling with anticipation beneath my gaze. There was no denying the connection we had, but I had to be sure he was ready for what I had planned.
“Do you trust me to give you everything you need?” I asked, speaking softly but firmly.
He nodded in agreement. “Yes, Billy.” His voice seemed small and unsure of itself compared to the steady strength in mine.
I raised an eyebrow at him in mock-disapproval. “You weren't waiting for me in the living room like I told you.”
And I was grateful because that gave me a reason to punish him, something he seemed to need from me even if he didn't know it yet. Spanking, paddling, and everything else for fun was fine, but tonight I got the impression he needed more.
“What do you think I should do about that?”
A pleading look came across Michael's face as he shifted nervously on his knees. “Please, Billy,” he said softly as his gaze wandered around the room before coming back to rest on me again.
Smiling reassuringly at him, I cupped his chin in my hand and said firmly yet tenderly, “I will not tolerate disobedience, so you need to learn how to do what you’re told without question if this is something you want.”
As understanding settled over Michael's features, a rush of warmth filled my chest, pride in knowing everything up until this point had been worth it. That despite our initial fears we were still making progress on our journey toward mutual understanding and respect within this power dynamic between us.
Reaching behind him with my free hand, I retrieved the flogger I'd placed on the bed, lightly trailing its tip along his jawline and down his spine. A shiver ran through him at the contact and goosebumps raised up across his skin as he instinctively leaned into my touch.
Taking a deep breath, I paused to allow us both to absorb the intensity that filled the room. Focusing on Michael's needs, rather than my own desires, had become second nature now.
He was ready.
“Do you want this?” I asked quietly yet firmly, allowing the command to come through in my voice even as I gave him space to still make an informed decision for himself.
Michael nodded slightly before raising his head to meet my eyes. In them shone a mix of anticipation and fear.
“I need it so bad,” he said finally, his voice barely more than a whisper but strong enough for me to understand what he meant beneath it all.
I allowed myself a small smile before placing the flogger back onto the bed and easing away from him slightly so that our connection wasn't lost completely but instead wrapped around us like a protective blanket.
“Lean over the end of the bed,” I instructed. Michael immediately did as he was told. I used my foot to nudge his feet further apart, spreading his legs wide enough I could see his thick erection hanging, already slick at the tip with his arousal. I ran a hand down the length of his back.
I stepped away from him and quickly crossed the room, gathering the lube and a bottle of oil I had placed in the top drawer. He was so tense it felt as if he were steeling himself against an oncoming storm. He needed to loosen up or else he wouldn't be able to get the pleasure out of tonight that I was working towards.
His back arched as I drizzled a line of oil down his spine, slowing to allow a pool to form in the dip at the small of his back. His body twitched with anticipation as I trailed my fingertips down his spine, releasing the fruity scent of the mango-flavored oil in slow, tantalizing strokes.
I ran my lips along his back following the slow, delicate strokes of my fingers as I gently massaged the oil into his warm skin. The feel of his taut muscles beneath my fingertips gave me goosebumps.
“You look so fucking gorgeous bent over like this for me,” I sighed, pressing my throbbing, clothed erection against the crease of his ass, letting him feel my desire for him.
My hands worked his back, kneading the muscles harder and releasing the tension coiled within them. His body became more and more relaxed with every touch, his moans of pleasure getting louder and longer, a reward for my effort.
