He’s right. I shouldn’t be thinking, but I’ve never been good at quieting my mind enough to be content in silence. Never had to be. New York City is always chaotic. It’s why I struggle so much being in my house alone, but for him, I try.
More time passes. I have no idea how much, I kind of space out, enjoying the moment for what it is. Eventually, when he speaks again, they’re the words I’d been eagerly awaiting. “You’ve been such a good boy while I’ve worked on this, Princess.”
I look up at him with pleading eyes, still unmoving, hoping he can see the desperation in them.
“Crawl to the bed.”
18
JOHN
Istill can’t believe that any of this is actually happening.
It was one thing to read the list of things Chad might be interested in exploring, but no part of me was prepared to come home to find him completely naked and kneeling on my bedroom floor with the intent of submitting to me. It took every ounce of self-restraint I had to force myself to check in with him, to make sure he knew what he was doing and was actually enjoying it.
And fuck, does he seem to be enjoying it. Not just the idea of submission either, but he was calmer than I’ve ever known him to be when he was warming my cock. He relaxed into it almost immediately, even if he seemed to be overthinking it at times.
I keep trying to remind myself that this is all brand new to him, that I need to take things slow, but as I watch him confidently crawl away from me toward the bed, it’s very difficult to remember.
It’s hard to focus on anything other than how fucking perfect Chad is right now. His chiseled, naked body on display doesn’t seem real, and he’s doing exactly what I asked him to, following my directions with the confidence of someone who’s enjoyedthis dynamic for years, not someone who’s trying it out for the very first time.
But I told Chad I was punishing him, that I would edge him, so I need to focus on that. Cockwarming isn’t a punishment, but I thought it would be a nice way to ease him into restraining himself and holding still. I’ll probably need to redo that whole estimate tomorrow, but sitting at my desk, working with Chad’s mouth around me, really fucking did it for me. A scene directly out of my fantasies that I’m eager to repeat.
“Stay there and don’t move,” I demand. “I’ll be right back.”
I adjust my boxers so they’re back on properly, not that they’re doing anything to hide my erection, and quickly run downstairs to grab a few things. Chad being a beginner to the world of BDSM is a bigger turn on than I’d realized. I like the idea of being the first person he tries things with, of being the one to teach him and help him figure out exactly what it is he enjoys.
I won’t be admitting that to him though.
I leave my supplies on a hall table just outside my room so he doesn’t see them. When I get back, I’m pleasantly surprised to find Chad is still in the same position I left him in.
“Is it reward time?” he asks hopefully, staring up at me from his spot kneeling next to the bed.
I huff out a laugh before taunting him. “You think that was your punishment? Did you not like having my cock in your mouth?”
“No, I did!” he hurries to correct me. “I wanted to do more. I thought being still and not being able to touch myself was the punishment.”
I smirk and shake my head as I approach him. “That wasn't even close to a punishment, Princess. That was you keeping my cock warm while I finished my workday since you didn't have the patience to wait for me to be done before you decided to strip out of your clothes and tempt me with your perfect body.”
His smile grows with the compliment, just like I expected it to. I like being the one to make him look like that, so happy, so excited about what we’re doing. And fuck, he really does seem to love this.
Is there any chance he’ll still be this eager once the novelty of it all wears off?
Could we actually be as good together as tonight’s making it seem for longer than I’ve assumed?
Shit. I told him he was thinking too much, and now I’m doing the same damn thing. I haven’t thought this much about the future in years. I can worry about it again tomorrow. For now, I have Chad naked on my floor, staring up at me expectantly, waiting for me to punish him; I shouldn’t be thinking about anything else.
“Now the real edging begins,” I promise with a wicked smile. “You can lay down on the bed.”
His brows are scrunched together with his confusion, but there’s no hesitation in his movements as he climbs onto the bed and rests back on my pillows.
I open the hidden storage compartment that’s built into my bedframe and remove a long strand of black silk before holding it up for Chad to see. “Do you still want me to blindfold you?”
“Yes,” he answers on a breathy exhale.
“And do you still want me to physically restrain you?” I check as I grab some of the soft nylon rope from the same compartment. He nods, and I make a tsking sound. “We’ve talked about this, Chad. I need you to use your words.”
“Yes. Absolutely yes.”
