When I turn back around Tommy is standing at the end of the bed completely naked. I haven’t seen him completely naked in a few days…and not in this light before. His bare body isglistening with a thin sheen of sweat already and my eyes wind down his strong back to his round ass.
“Damn,” I whisper.
I pull myself together, remembering my place here, and I walk around him. I push him by the chest until he’s falling back against the bed, and I watch his hard cock wiggle and slap against his thigh and lower stomach.
“On your back,” I order him. “Arms up.”
Tommy grins at me. “You’re gonna have to make me.”
I eye him with narrowed eyes. “You’re really going to play it like that? You’re the one who asked for this.”
“I never asked for it to be easy.”
I walk over to the other side of the bed and I grab him by his left arm and pull it up until it’s almost straight. He’s fighting with me slightly.
“If you insist on being such a naughty boy, maybe you deserve more punishment than just being tied up.” I yank his arm with a huff and secure the rope around it until it’s tied enough that I can let it go as I bind him to one poster of the bed.
“Sure you can handle me?” he asks me with a chuckle.
With two large strides and one grab I have his other wrist in my grasp and I’m tying it to the bed with ease. I watch the muscles in his arms stretch and tense as he fights against me but it’s no use.
“You might be stronger than me, but I have the upper hand here,” I remind him. I lean down closer to his face. “I know what you really want.”
“What’s that?” Tommy asks me with a shit-eating grin.
I tangle one of my hands into the top of his hair and pull his head back until his chin is tilted up, and my other hand slides onto his neck.
“You want me to dominate you. Control you. You said so yourself,” I remind him.
He chuckles. “Mm, really?” he plays with me and I look at him with a darkened gaze.
“You’re a little brat, you know that?” I squeeze his throat just enough to feel his pulse throbbing hard underneath my fingers and palm.
He squirms underneath my touch and I feel satisfaction rush through my body straight to my hard length and back up to my face. I wonder if I’m as pinkened as he is.
“You’re blushing, baby boy,” I tell him. He seems to really appreciate my choice of pet name, because his throat feels even hotter underneath my hand.
“You’re blushing,” he spits out at me.
I grip his hair even tighter and listen to him grunt in response.
“You can’t pretend you don’t like it,” I remind him. “It’s written all over your face. All over your body, actually.” I look down his chiseled torso to his groin where his hard dick is twitching against his thigh.
“You’re so hard for me already. What if I denied you pleasure, hm?” I ask him.
He glares at me. “You wouldn’t.”
“I could always leave you here tied up andaching,” I say. “I could leave you here for hours. Wanting, desperate…calling my name and getting nothing in return.”
Tommy squirms even more as I take my hand from his throat and slide it down his chest to his stomach. I push against his stomach slightly and watch as precum leaks from his tip.
“You’re already so worked up,” I mumble.
“You like this too much to quit,” he challenges me.
I debate for a moment, and then pull my knife out of my back pocket.
“You have no idea,” I tell him. “I’m willing to do anything to watch you squirm and beg for your pleasure.”
