He blinks. “Of course I do,” he smiles, his face flushes softly and there’s something different in his eyes. Something anxious. It makes me feel a bit anxious.
“You seem awfully nervous about it,” I tell him as I continue eating.
Alek chuckles. “Maybe I am,” he admits. “I haven’t seen a future with anyone since…Felicia.”
I nod slowly. “You’re scared of losing me?” I ask him.
Alek looks at his plate. “That’s part of it,” he admits. “I’m also scared of it being my fault.”
I turn toward him and place my hand on his arm. “You could never do anything to push my away. You could try to kill me, and I’d stick around.”
Alek laughs. “Well, I suppose that’s good to know, but that’s not what I mean,” he tells me. “I’m worried that my work will get you killed, Tommy.”
“My own work could get me killed. It could get you killed. I’m a Dresvanni, Aleksandr. I’m used to the danger,” I remind him.
“I know,” he mumbles. “I’m still worried about it.”
It’s quiet between us after that. We finish our meals, and I pick our plates up to take them to the sink. Alek follows me, and I feel him lingering behind me as I rinse the plates off.
When I turn around, Alek steps in close to me and places his hands on my scarred and scabbed face.
“I need you to know something, Tommy,” he whispers. “I cannot imagine my future without you. I don’t want a future without you.”
My heart jumps up into my throat. “Alek…”
He leans in close and presses his lips to mine. “I see all of my future, with you…”
I close my eyes and kiss him back softly before whispering into the kiss. “You are my future.”
The kiss grows heavy and needy as we stand in the kitchen together. My hands slide down to his hips and my fingers slide into his belt loops. Every inch of me tingles with desire. The hard-on I’ve been trying to ignore since we were in the car comes back with a vengeance.
“Are you interested in being tied up tonight?” he asks me, his breath hot on my lips.
I groan and pull him tighter against me. “Yes, Sir.”
This switch is easy to make. From boyfriends, to a Dom and his Sub. Alek is no longer Alek, he is Sir, he is Master, and I am his pet. I am his boy. Every part of me wants this.
Alek leads me to the bedroom by the hand where he undresses me piece my piece. My shirt slides off my head, my jeans and boxers hit the floor and I step out of them. Until I’m standing in the middle of the room at the end of the bed naked and bared to him.
“Do what you want with me,” I tell him.
Alek procures the ropes from my bag and looks over them with a determined look on his face.
“Yes, yes. These will do nicely,” he says with a hum.
His hands are all over my body in the next second. He guides my body where he wants it. Moves me onto my knees and slowly ties the rope around both of my arms and chest, in lines down my body. A knot that I can’t get out of tied at the center of my chest.
The rope squeezes me so perfectly. The pressure awakens something within me. I feel…comfort, but also arousal.
The way he so delicately and carefully ties me up from chest to hip is so wildly attractive.
“Good boy,” he praises me as he ties the final knot and eases me up onto my feet and then onto the bed.
“You liked that, didn’t you?” he asks me, and looks down at my hard cock that is twitching in the open air.
I practically whimper. “Yes, Sir.”
He grabs me by the hair and shoves me down on the bed. My body is unable to move the way I want it to, unable to relax fully against the bed. It’s somewhat painful, and I find that I like it.
