“What is it?”
“Remember our conversation last night?”
“I hope that’s a rhetorical question, because my memory is just fine despite my advanced age.”
Jay huffed. “Right, I’m just trying to provide context. This is a little awkward since we didn’t come to an agreement.”
“Youdidn’t come to an agreement.” Aaron pointed out, his heart thumping in his chest. “Did you change your mind?”
“Yes. Are you free tonight?”
“Fuck yeah, I am!”
Was this really happening? Was Jay saying what Aaron thought he was saying?
Jay laughed. “Love the enthusiasm. I just wanted to make sure there’s no miscommunication and I have clear consent.”
Unable to sit still, Aaron hopped up and started pacing the room.
“You have my full consent to come over, restrain me, gag me, and fuck me as hard and as rough as you want. And whatever else you have in mind. Anything.”
“Perfect.” Jay’s voice lowered to a growl, each word dripping with danger. “I’ll be over later. Wear something you don’t mind getting destroyed, and prep yourself really well. I don’t want to worry about hurting you. Oh, and leave your door unlocked.”
“I will,” Aaron whispered, his mind reeling. Jay hung up, and Aaron stared at his phone. The call had only lasted a couple of minutes, yet everything was different.
He tidied up the bedroom, then hurried through a shower and prepped himself as promised. Jay didn’t say when he’d be over. Aaron should have asked. Then again, he was enjoying this slightly off-kilter feeling. It reminded him of when he’d gone bungee-jumping—teetering on the edge of something new, terrified and excited all at once.
He’d just put on his ratty tank top and old boxers, snapped on his cuffs, and dimmed the lights when the front door opened. Seconds later, it closed, the metal click of the deadbolt sealing them inside.
Aaron forced himself to stay in place, facing away from the bedroom door. He didn’t need to worry—Jay was the only one who would have gotten past the doorman, and a serial killer probably wouldn’t lock themselves inside. Would they? He tried to keep calm, smoothing the wrinkles in the comforter and waiting, but he was already hard and aching for Jay’s touch.
The air behind him shifted, a silent movement brushing up against his skin. “Don’t move,” Jay whispered in his ear moments before something cold and metal pressed against Aaron’s neck
A knife.
Aaron’s cock twitched in his boxers, the loose fabric tenting obscenely. Jay’s ragged breaths stirred the hairs at the back of his neck—proof that Jay was equally affected.
“Stay still.” Jay teased the blade back and forth, traveling between Aaron’s pulse point and collarbone. It was dull, as they’d discussed, but the sensation of the dangerous metal was overwhelming his senses. Jay’s familiar scent—that intoxicating blend of sweet and spicy—filled his lungs. Everything else faded into the background.
Aaron held his breath as Jay roughly forced his arms behind his back, then unsnapped one cuff and dropped it on the bed. Before the question could leave Aaron’s lips, the feel of soft leather was replaced with prickly fibers as Jay secured Aaron’s wrists with coarse rope.
Oh. Jay had found a way for him to enjoy the pain and discomfort of the restraint while leaving one cuff as a quiet reminder that Aaron was still in control. It was a subtle, lovely gesture that showed just how well Jay understood him.
While Aaron swooned, Jay wrapped a piece of fabric around his face and paused.
“Color?” Jay asked quietly.
“Green all the way,” Aaron responded in a whisper.
Jay gagged him, digging the fabric into his open mouth and knotting it tightly. Aaron tested it out by trying to talk, satisfied with the muffled sounds that escaped.
“Three quick, sharp sounds for red.” Jay trailed his hand up and down Aaron’s throat. He wasn’t applying pressure, not yet, but the threat was there. “Show me.”
“Mm. Mm. Mm.”
“Good boy. Now, don’t move.” Jay’s voice was back to its lower pitch. Aaron’s heartbeat thundered through him as a series of metallic snips were followed by Jay ripping through his tank top and boxers, letting the pieces fall to the floor, leaving Aaron completely bare in seconds. How did Jay do that? The question evaporated immediately, lost in the fog of lust.
“So good for me,” Jay growled and wrapped a hand in Aaron’s hair to pull his head to the side and expose his neck. Moments later, the cool metal was back, the blunt point scratching across his Adam’s apple. He shuddered with desire and swayed on his feet.
