He drew a quick, surprised breath. But fresh lust fired in his eyes, and he quickly wrapped his legs around my waist. His cock stiffened against my stomach as I used my elbow to shut off the spray.
Dripping, I carried him from the shower, pausing for a second to dry my feet on the rug so I didn’t slip and earn us matching concussions. When I reached the bed, I tossed him down.
He bounced once, gasping. His damp chest heaved as he watched me grab a towel from a clean pile of laundry on the dresser.
“You look good on my bed,” I said as I toweled off.
A cocky smile touched his lips. “I look good anywhere.”
I tossed the towel aside and crawled over him, caging him in with my arms. Delight sparkled in his eyes as he stretched under me and put his hands on my chest.
“You absolutely do,” I murmured, dipping my head and licking away a bead of water that clung to his cheek.
He moaned in response, hands squeezing my pecs. “Do I get to dry off?”
Slowly, I shook my head. “No.” I collected more water droplets, flicking my tongue over his skin as I continued speaking. “You stay just like this. Very…very…wet.” In case there was any misunderstanding, I captured his dick and rubbed my thumb over his slit. “Here”—I slid my hand under his sack and fingered his hole—“and here.”
His breath hitched as he spread his legs, giving me more access, and his voice went adorably hoarse as he asked, “How are you going to accomplish that?”
I pulled back so I could see his face. “I have a few ideas.” I ran my fingertip around his entrance, then pushed gently, breaching him. “If you’re open to them.”
He shivered, the look in his eyes letting me know the double-meaning had landed just fine. “Okay,” he said.
“Okay?”
He nodded. “Yes, sir. I want everything you want.”
The declaration, delivered in his earnest, trusting way, might have sent me to the floor if I’d been standing.
“You sure?” I asked, pulling out and tracing light circles around his rim. “I have a lot of ideas when it comes to you.”
He nodded again. “I’m yours, Jesse. I’m not going anywhere.”
Damn him, he knewexactlywhat my name on his lips did to me. It hit harder thansiror anything else he might have come up with. I would have sworn he knew little about dominance andsubmission. He’d never studied it, but it didn’t matter because he yielded instinctively. And in doing so, he understood that, ultimately, he held the reins of power between us.
“Stay, pup,” I said, and he flushed as I left the bed. He watched with bright, curious eyes as I went to the closet and emerged with two silk neckties. His flush spread down his chest when I grabbed lube and a cock ring from the top drawer of my dresser.
“What’s that?” he asked, his gaze on the cock ring. His cheeks went from pink to red. “I mean, I know what it is, but…”
I smiled as I returned to the bed and climbed between his legs. “It’s something to make you feel good. But only if you want to.”
“I want to,” he said quickly.
I pushed his knees up and urged his thighs wide. “What do you say if you decide you don’t want to anymore?”
“Brownie.”
I leaned over and kissed him, slow and easy, stroking my tongue against his. “That’s right, baby.” He moaned into my mouth and lifted his hips. His dick was semi-erect, but the shower had hopefully taken enough edge off for what I had planned.
Whether I had the stamina to last long enough was an open debate.
“Hands above your head,” I ordered.
“You tying me up?” He clearly tried to sound nonchalant, but the hitch in his voice gave him away as he got into position.
I winked as I leaned over him and knotted the lengths of satin around his wrists. “Apparently, it’s the only way to make sure you stay where you’re supposed to.”
I looped the ties through the slats in the headboard and secured the knots. Immediately, he tugged at his bonds, testing them.
