Like it?
That felt like the world’s biggest understatement.
“I—yeah,” I said, voice coming out rough. “Yeah, I—” I had to stop and drag in a breath. “You look… insane.”
His eyebrow lifted slightly. “Insane?”
“In a good way,” I said quickly. “In areallygood way.”
God.
I could feel my face heating up.
“You’re not laughing,” I added, a little quieter.
That had been the fear, hadn’t it?
That he’d think it was weird. Or stupid. Or—
“No,” Dorian said simply. He reached the edge of the bed and looked down at me spread-eagled, his expression shifting—less amused now, more focused. “Why would I laugh?”
I hesitated, then admitted, “I didn’t know if you’d… get it.”
“I get it, angel.” Dorian’s hand came up, fingers brushing down the front of the corset, like he was still getting used to the feel of it himself.
“You picked this out while thinking about me?” he asked, already knowing the answer.
“Y-yeah,” I stuttered, desperately wanting to touch, but getting held back by the cuffs whenever my hands tried.
“Measured me too? It fits a lot better than I would have expected.”
I froze.
Oh no.
Oh no, no, no—
“Maybe?” I said weakly.
He snorted. “When? While I was sleeping?”
“Ugh… I know,” I groaned. “I’m sorry, that was—”
“A bit creepy. I’m sort of proud of you,” he teased, making my face heat. “So you took my measurements while I was asleep, picked out one that you thought would look good on me, had itdelivered, and then, what? Were you planning on just hiding it for the rest of our lives?”
“I don’t know!” I squeaked.
Dorian’s eyes sparkled with that mix of amusement and hunger that always made my stomach flip. He leaned over me, his fingers trailing from the corset down to my chest, ghosting over my skin without quite touching where I ached most. The cuffs bit into my wrists and ankles, holding me spread out on the bed, completely at his mercy.
“Well, now that I have it on,” he murmured, his voice low and smooth, “what do you want to do about it?”
I swallowed hard, my cock throbbing against the tight grip of the ring, every denied pulse from earlier screaming for attention. “I want to… touch you. Please. Let me—”
He tilted his head, considering, but didn’t move to release me; instead, his smile turned wicked. “No, Josh.”
My breath hitched, a whine escaping my throat as I tugged at the restraints again, the metal clinking uselessly. “Dorian…”
“Shh.” His hand cupped my jaw, thumb pressing into my bottom lip. “You’ve been such a good boy. Depending on what you were hiding from me, I was going to probably punish you, but I think you deserve a reward for giving me such a nice gift.”
