Instead, there was only love. The corners of Miles's eyes were just beginning to crinkle as he smiled, happiness rewriting itself into his handsome expression. "I trust you."
With a rush of pleasure and relief, Darren pressed a smiling kiss to his mouth. "I know. Thank you, my love."
Miles returned his kiss with a pleased hum, drawing Darren closer. "If you want to teach me, I trust you to choose the rightcircumstance. And person. Or... do you think maybe a couple would be better?"
Darren looked at him in surprise. "Two people?"
Miles nodded. "Specifically, a couple. Are there couples who want to submit together? Then I can watch you and practice at the same time? And..." he glanced away with a smile. "When we come home at the end of the day, we know they'll still have each other. Like I have you."
It was so smart, and an even better idea than just a third person. A couple with their own relationship and emotional connection would mean less pressure; the support would be shared. And if things didn't work out, they wouldn't have to worry about leaving a vulnerable sub alone.
Of course, Miles - caring, protective, devoted Miles - would intuitively consider that.
Plus, it would give the added challenge and opportunity oftwosubmissives to explore and unlock. Darren shivered in delight. They could switch back and forth with another couple and try many new options for play.
"Another couple is a very good idea, my love. You're right. Better to teach you, and better for dynamics." Darren was filled with another rush of pride and adoration at the way Miles's gaze lowered with quiet pleasure at his words. It made Darren want to reward him even more.
"I love you more than I ever thought it was possible for someone to love another," he said softly, watching Miles's smile widen. "I'm so proud to go on this journey with you. But you'll always befirst for me, Miles. No matter what. That will always,alwaysbe true."
"I know," Miles breathed, with nothing but trust in his gaze. "And you for me. I promise. I wouldn't agree to this otherwise."
Smiling, Darren kissed him. It was hard not to lose himself in dreams of the future and the amazing authority his husband would become. He needed to focus on the here and now.
But that didn't mean he couldn't begin their new course of study.
"I'd like to play now," he said, letting his voice lower, growing throaty in the way that never failed to make Miles moan. "We deserve it. And there's been something I've been waiting to show you. I think that now is the right time. Do you have it in you to serve me, pet?"
Miles's eyes darkened with unmistakable approval. "Always, Sir."
"Good boy." Darren stole another kiss before getting out of bed, bending to pull out the large box he'd stashed under their king-sized bed. Taking it into their ensuite bathroom, he stripped down and turned on the shower.
It had been far too long since he'd indulged in this, and he was going to make sure he could get everything he wanted.
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Symbols of Strength
Miles Bennet
Miles watched as Darren disappeared into their ensuite bathroom with the large box, giving him a grin and a wink over his shoulder before closing the door. The shower turned on. Restless with nervous excitement, Miles got out of bed as well, straightening the room and putting away the remains of yesterday's clean laundry. Then, he sat back against the headboard and tried to wait patiently, curious and aroused. Whatever Darren had planned, it would be incredibly sexy. But what?
Finally, he heard an even tap of footsteps on the bathroom tile, approaching the door. Sharp taps, like a sudden staccato of high heels against the ceramic. Then, Darren opened the door, and all Miles could do was stare at the unexpected vision.
Darren, smiling his devastatingly sexy half-grin, leaned against the door frame. Miles looked hungrily down his body, over a black leather - god, what else could he call that but a corset? - and matching leather elbow gloves. A black silk thong barely covered Darren's cock, which was framed on both sides by garters. They held up a pair of black stockings that hugged Darren's impossibly long, long legs, looking even longer in the pair of black stiletto heels.
Of all Darren's fetish gear, he'd never worn anything even close to lingerie. Miles's head spun, all the blood in his body rushing straight to his cock. Yet even in the thrall of desire, the gravity of what his husband was showing him couldn't be understated.
Donning such sensual, traditionally feminine articles was an act of bravery and absolute trust, knowing that Miles wouldn't shy away or reject him. The honor of it was breathtaking.
"There are many ways to be powerful," Darren said quietly, confirming his thoughts, "And many ways to be vulnerable. I want you to experience all of it, my love." He was holding a black riding crop with a small leather tongue, and he drew the end slowly up his own thigh. His voice lowered again, rough with promise. "Now...have you been a good boy, Miles Bennet?"
Miles had to swallow to speak; even then, his voice was embarrassingly rough with need. "I've been a very good boy."
"Good." Darren turned in a slow, sensual spin, giving him a tantalizing view of his ass in that thong. "Then why don't you come here and show me how very good you can be?"
Miles stood without question and went to his husband, tracing the unfamiliar lines of clothing with his gaze. He was sinking to his knees before he could even question himself, clasping his hands behind his back to keep from touching such perfection. "Master, I humbly submit to your every will."
