Eventually he stepped into the room.
He circled me slowly, every bit the Dominant even barefoot, wearing sweats and a ratty T-shirt.
“Hands behind your back, roll your shoulders back.”
I did as I was told, falling gently into the ever so familiar mindset of doing as my Sir told me to do.
“What a good boy,” he murmured, the deep sound making my cock take note immediately.
I sighed happily.
Sir chuckled. “Hm… it’s been a while, hasn’t it? We shouldn’t neglect this side of our relationship going forward.” He stopped in front of me and guided my forehead to rest against his thigh. Then he scratched my scalp gently, and I wanted to purr with contentment.
“You do so much for me, Bear. I wasn’t sure how a live-in submissive would fit into my everyday life, but it turns out nothing has ever felt as natural and easy as having you here.” He chuckled. “And then I went and realized there were feelings involved, and here we are.”
I swallowed hard and nodded, never breaking the contact. “I wasn’t expecting anything when I came to Seattle, Sir. Not even in my wildest dreams would I have thought I could feel at home like this. Maybe I took a detour getting here, to you, but it was worth every second of feeling less than happy.”
He hummed thoughtfully. “I think, because you’ve been so good and have been able to have treats when you want to”—a giggle burst out of me, and he huffed in amusement—“I want you to tell me what you want to do tonight.”
I stopped breathing for a moment, I was so surprised. The statement didn’t make sense to me.
“Sir?”
“Look at me, boy.” I lifted my gaze, and he must’ve seen the confusion in my eyes, because his turned angry and then incredibly soft in seconds. “Oh, Bear….”
He cleared his throat and cupped my jaw. “I get that this isn’t what you’re used to, especially not with… we know who.” The anger flashed across his face again. “But in this household, we decide either together, or if I choose so,youdecide. Never me alone. That’s not how this works.”
I thought on that for a moment. A weird sort of weight fell off my shoulders. I felt myself straighten more, my shoulders rolled back, and I smiled.
“There’s my perfect boy,” Sir murmured. He leaned down to steal a kiss. “Now, what do you want to do?” Before I could get all in my head about it, he added, “Anything, Bear. I might not want the same thing and that means shelving it for another time after we’ve negotiated and talked limits, but I want you to know I’m absolutely one hundred percent open to hear what you might want to try.”
In the end I decided quickly, because I knew in my soul that it was what I wanted the most.
“Would you blindfold me and… and fuck me roughly?” I wanted to say I wanted him to make love to me roughly, but that didn’t really make sense, or maybe it did, but I wasn’t sure if we were there yet.
He smiled at me. “Of course.” He glanced around and nodded toward the small walk-in closet. “There’s a bin in the back of that closet. There’s a bunch of stuff there, including ropes. Find what you want us to use and bring them to bed.”
I got to my feet less smoothly than I would’ve in the past. I was out of practice, and I wanted to rectify that. I told as much to Sir as I pulled out the bin.
“We can do that. Maybe make it a weekly thing? If we don’t feel like scening or doing any, what would you call it? Upkeep? Training?” He grinned at me when I glanced at him. “We could chat about it and everything else.”
“Check-ins?”
“Yes, that.”
There was stuff in the plastic tub that I was pretty sure hadn’t been used in a long time. Likely not since he’d lost Elio. There were impact tools, and while that wasn’t really my thing, they made me feel curiosity I hadn’t really expected. Maybe it was because of Sir. I felt safe around him and my interests were perking up in the safe space he’d created.
There were chastity things, too, but I knew he would buy me new ones if I wanted to try that. There was a thin chain that was tangled with a the pretty green rope I had my eyes on, and when I pulled two bundles of rope free, it came with—“Nipple clamps?”
Sir chuckled. “Yeah, those are mean ones though.”
They did appear mean, and I shivered delicately. “Never tried clamps, but I liked some nipple play in the past.”
“Noted.”
I managed to untangle the mess and closed the bin, then pushed it back into the closet.
When I got up, Sir was naked, and I couldn’t help the appreciative head tilt. He grinned and held out his hand. I gave him the ropes and looked at the bed. This was the first time Ireallylooked, and I realized it was perfect for tying someone up.
