His cock throbbed.
40
Tex
It was nearly one a.m. by the time Tex heard Carver’s car pulling up in the driveway. He walked into the garage to greet them, anxious to see how it had gone.
He was surprised to see Peter sitting buckled into the front seat, the sensory deprivation hood pulled tight over his head.
“How did it go?” Tex asked when Carver opened the door and climbed out of the car. He watched as Carver walked around to the passenger side door, opening it up and lifting Peter right out of the front seat and holding him in a bridal carry.
“Good,” Carver said, licking his lips. “It wasn’t as depraved as I expected.”
That was a surprise.
“And the audition?”
“Went fine,” Carver said, leading Tex back into the house. “It was just five senior members and their omegas. Everything went as planned and they let me in.”
“Did you see the senator?”
Carver shook his head, rueful. “No, didn’t see him anywhere. He might have been in one of the other playrooms, but if he was, he stayed there until after I left.”
That was a shame. Tex wasn’t so naïve as to think that Carver could get his mother’s errand done in one visit, but he’d hoped that he would get started.
“So what happened after the show?”
Tex was curious, mostly about why Peter was still wearing his hood. He seemed unnaturally calm, letting Carver carry him without moving, like a living doll.
“We got drinks down in the main room and talked. It was fine, mostly.”
“And Peter?”
“What about him?”
Tex rolled his eyes. “Has he been in that hood all night?”
Carver looked down at Peter’s head, the leather molded to his features, and nodded.
“He’s been very calm.”
“And you didn’t let him out when you got in the car because…?”
Carver put Peter down on the couch, arranging him so that he was sitting with his hands on his lap and crouching down in front of him. “I wanted to wait until we were home and he could process everything.”
Tex sat down on the couch next to Peter, making him startle. Carver reached up and unbuckled the straps keeping the hood in place, reaching back and unlacing the hood and lifting it gently off his head.
Peter blinked, eyes wide and hair matted down with sweat, looking between Tex and Carver and licking his lips.
“We’re home,” he said, looking around the room. He reached up and touched his cheek, like the absence of leather was strange to him.
“How do you feel?” Carver asked, rubbing his thigh.
Peter narrowed his eyes and looked at him. “You didn’t say you were going to tie me up.”
He did not sound happy.
“Yes, I did,” Carver said, sounding taken aback.
