Nov. 17, 2013. Acacia Ave., Glendale, CA.
Scott
I took one last look over the bedroom, making sure everything was in place. Tay had been here for a couple days, but we hadn’t had any real ‘play’ time yet. That was about to change, though. I’d made the bed with a new set of black satin sheets, and the room was dimly illuminated by a few candles, one of which was a red pillar candle bought specifically for what I had planned. There was a leather strap draped over the footboard, as well as a few scarves I’d swiped from Tay’s suitcase. I was pretty sure he wouldn’t mind, considering my intentions for them.
Once I was sure everything was just right, I called to Tay through the closed door. “Okay, come on in.”
“Okay…” He pulled the door open just enough to poke his head in, then took a few careful steps into the room. He was probably playing up the submissiveness for my sake, or maybe he really was that nervous. Either way, it just made me that much more excited. I smiled for a moment, then crossed my arms over my bare chest.
“Strip down, then lay face-down on the bed.”
I could see the smile tugging at his lips, but he resisted the urge to give in to it as he did what I told him… as slowly and teasingly as possible. I narrowed my eyes at him, tapping my foot.
“Hurry up,” I snapped, and he quickly shed the rest of his clothes. “Really trying to earn it, are we?” I murmured as he passed me on his way to the bed.
“Hmm… maybe…” He threw me a coy smirk as he settled onto the bed. I kept my eyes on him as I touched each of the scarves before deciding on one.
“Yeah, well careful what you ask for, babe. Head up.”
He leaned up quickly, his eyes and smile both widening as he followed my movements.
“Someone’s eager,” I chuckled as I wrapped the scarf over his eyes like a blindfold, tying it snugly behind his head. I checked to make sure it wasn’t too tight, then leaned in to whisper in his ear. “It’s not really punishment if you want it, you know…”
“Is it really such a bad thing that I want it?” he replied, grinning and trembling just a little.
“Not really.” I grabbed another scarf and let it trail lightly over his skin. Of course he wanted it; we had discussed this earlier, and chosen a suitable safeword. I would never want to actually hurt him, or do anything against his will; any hesitance on his part, or forcefulness on mine, was all just part of the game, and we both knew it.
“And you’re one to talk… about me being a tease…” His voice was trembling along with his body now; I lived for that sound, for the proof that his desire was stronger than his self-control.
“That’s my job, though.” I grabbed his wrists and tied them behind his back with the second scarf. He struggled half-heartedly against his bonds, wriggling his hips in a way that was almost too distracting. I ran a finger down the line of his back, then gave his ass a light tap.
“Hold still. You’re gonna really have to trust me, Tay,” I said in a softer tone. “You can do that, right?” I reached for the last two scarves, trailing them over the back of his legs.
“Of course.”
“Good.” I allowed myself to smile for a second at the layers of meanings, not lost on either of us, then focused on the task at hand. I tied each of his ankles to the posts at either side of the footboard, spreading his legs and giving me a spectacular view. “You look so pretty like this, you know,” I told him as I walked over to the nightstand. I ran a hand through his hair, and his head involuntarily turned in my direction.
“Thank you,” he replied with just a bit of a smirk.
I picked up the red pillar candle carefully. This was a first for both of us, though I’d thought about it for a long time. I held the candle up and let a couple drops fall onto my own arm; I winced slightly at the warmth, but it was tolerable. I stepped back over to Tay, holding the candle out.
“But I think it needs… something. You did say red was your favorite color, right?”
“Mhm, it is.”
“Good.” Without further warning I tipped the candle slightly, letting a bit of the melted wax drip onto his upper back. He gasped and twitched in response, his back arching. “Hold still,” I warned, letting a little more wax fall. “So pretty…”
“Th-thanks,” he said his voice breathy. “S’not easy to stay still when you’re doing… that… you know,” he added with a slight whimper.
“That’s the idea. But you’re just gonna have to try.” I tipped the candle again, this time further down his back. The bright red wax splattered against his kin, the shade of crimson almost startling against the porcelain backdrop.
“I’ll… I’ll try my best,” he gasped, and I could see his muscles tensing with the effort.
“You’d better.” I swirled a finger in the cooling wax, dripping a bit more over his lower back. He gasped again, the sound morphing into a low moan. “You like that?” I asked, tracing his spine with my finger, stopping just shy of his ass.
“Mhm…” He let out a whimper as I let a few more drops of wax fall on each cheek. He yelped at that, straining against his bonds but trying not to move otherwise. He was trying so hard for me, and it didn’t go unappreciated. Still, I had my role to play as much as he had his, not that I was complaining about either.
“I said, hold still.” I gave his ass a slap, the half-melted wax rippling slightly.
“I’m trying to,” he whined, turning his head in my direction.
“You talkin’ back to me?” I dripped some wax on his upper thighs, being extra careful with my placement. I didn’t want to cause any actual damage, but I had to up the ante somehow.
“N-no… not at all…”
I ran a hand up his thighs, barely brushing between his legs. He trembled slightly.
“That’s better,” I cooed. I brushed my thumb against his entrance, barely pressing. “See? You be a good boy, you get rewarded.”
“Mhm… I see.”
I pressed my thumb into him slowly, while simultaneously dripping wax just at the base of his spine. He yelped loudly, arching his back and thereby forcing my thumb deeper.
“God, Scott!”
I fingered him slowly, leaning down to blow on the cooling wax; he cursed and moaned, music to my ears. My own desire had been building up this whole time, and I didn’t know how much longer I could hold out, let alone him. I replaced my thumb with two fingers, dripping more wax over his ass.
“Scott,” he moaned. “Please…”
“Please what?” I asked, but all I got back was an incoherent string of moans and whimpers. “That’s not an answer,” I teased, chuckling.
“Just… you… Need you, Scott…” he panted out his response.
“Need me, huh?” The truth was I needed him just as bad, but I couldn’t resist drawing out the suspense just a little longer. I twisted my fingers inside him, making him whimper.
“Y-yes…”
“Oh, but we’re just getting started.” As I pulled back and stood up, he let out a pitiful whine. “What was that now?” I asked, raising an eyebrow and reaching for the leather strap.
“N-nothing?”
“Nice try, but I don’t think so.” I let the strip of leather lay against his ass, just so he knew it was there. “See, you’ve been doing an awful lot of talking tonight.”
“Sorry,” he said quickly, trembling head to toe.
“Not yet you’re not.” I lifted the strap, but hesitated, keeping totally silent and still for a moment. He trembled harder, but as I held steady, I waited for him to let his guard down, just a little. When he did, I chuckled, then brought the strap down across his ass. He yelped loudly, his back arching. I smacked him with it a few more times, adding a couple slaps to his thighs for good measure.
“I’ve been getting soft with you,” I told him between strikes. “Letting you forget who’s in charge around here. Who’s in control. Who’s the master, huh? Is it you?”
“You… It’s you, Scott, not me.”
“Damn right.” I brought the strap down one last time, then tossed it aside and ran my hands over his reddened skin. He let out a soft moan as I gently massaged him. I leaned over him, practically laying on top of him, and whispered in his ear. “You’d do anything for your master, wouldn’t you?”
“Of… of course…”
“Anything, huh?” I said, smirking.
“Anything… anything you want me to do.”
I smiled softly for a second. I still didn’t know what a creep like me had done to deserve someone like him. But those were thoughts for another time, so I shook them off as I untied his hands and feet.
“Make me feel good,” I told him, sitting back. He turned his still-blindfolded face towards me, tilting his head like a confused puppy. I rolled my eyes and removed that scarf as well, but all I got was another blank stare. I knew he wasn’t that blonde, so I went back into full Dom mode and grabbed his hair, yanking his face towards my boxer-clad crotch. “Get the idea now?”
He yelped and dug his fingernails into the sheets to brace himself with one hand, but tugged my boxers down with the other. He wasted no time taking me into his mouth all at once, bobbing up and down eagerly.
“That’s it,” I said, loosening my grip on his hair slightly. I let my eyes fall closed as I muttered words of encouragement. One thing was for sure, he was damn good at sucking dick, and based on his moans, I was pretty sure he enjoyed it just as much as I did. I ran a hand up and down his back, lightly picking at the dried wax. He let out another moan, rolling his hips against the mattress. The overall image was easily the hottest thing I’d ever seen, and I’d seen some seriously hot shit.
“That’s it, get up here,” I growled, pulling him into my lap. I teased him with my fingers for a moment, unable to resist just a little more dominance. “You want it, Tay?”
“God, yes,” he whimpered. I gripped his hips and dug my nails into his thighs, driving up into him in one thrust.
“Fuck!” He cried out, throwing his head back. Beads of sweat were already beginning to form on his neck.
“Yeah, that’s right. Ride it, Tay.” I sunk my teeth into his neck, lapping up the salty sweet taste of him.
He panted and writhed against me, wrapping his arms around my neck as he found a good rhythm. I leaned back a little and stared up at him with a smirk.
“God you’re fucking hot. You ever think of doing porn?” I teased. He let out a breathless laugh, rolling his hips harder.
“Sure, if the music thing doesn’t work out for me.”
“Hell, even if it does.” I paused to run a hand up and down his chest. “Pretty sure your fans would pay a fucking mint for a video of this,” I added, thrusting up against him.
“You wanna let them watch?” He threw his head back, either from pleasure, laughter or both.
“If it means they know who you belong to, sure.” I gave him a wicked smirk; I wasn’t even kidding, not really.
“You, Scott,” he replied, his tone softening to almost a whisper. “You know I’m yours.”
I let the emotion sink in for a moment. Even in the midst of a highly erotic scene, the love he felt for me, and I for him… it was inescapable. I had never experienced that before, the way the emotional side of things didn’t get in the way of the sexual, but actually made it better. I leaned forward suddenly, pushing him onto his back and pinning him.
“Damn fucking right you’re mine,” I growled, thrusting hard against him.
“Fuck, yes… All yours, Scott…” Tay moaned loudly, his head rolling back. I caught him in a kiss, lacing our fingers together; he held on tightly, moaning against my mouth. For some reason it was our intertwined hands, the least sexual thing we were doing, that pushed me over the edge. I growled as I came, holding tight against him; a moment later I felt him hitting his own climax.
“Fuck, that was good.” I leaned my head against his shoulder, panting for breath, my head throbbing from the sensory overload.
“Mhm,” Tay panted, trembling and breathless. I pulled back after a moment and smiled down at him.
“Love you. So. Fucking. Much.”
“You know I love you, too.”
I gave him a gentle kiss, then lay back next to him, chuckling. “Really should make a porno, though.”
“Yeah, I don’t think that’s going to happen. Not one that anyone but you would get to watch, anyway.”
“Oh, I can think of at least one other person who might be allowed to see it,” I said with a wink and a nudge. “Keep it in the family?” I added when he raised an eyebrow.
“Oh,” he groaned, rolling his eyes and blushing. “Yeah, I’m sure that’s exactly what would help mend things with him…”
I chuckled, then pulled Tay into my arms. It was a bit of a jerk thing to say, so I had to fix it somehow. “It’ll be okay, babe. You’ll see. You guys are strong…” I felt my smile fading as troubling thoughts formed. Maybe if our bond had been stronger… or maybe it really was just all my fault.
“I just… I know it could be so much worse, I do,” Tay said, curling into my side. “And I wish… I dunno, I wish there was something I could do about you and your brothers, too.”
“S’not your problem,” I replied, shaking the frown away. “Nothing to be done, really. Not at this point.” I gave him a smile, once again thanking whatever luck I had. “Don’t worry your pretty little head about it.” I poked the tip of his nose and got a smile, however weak.
“But you know me. You know I’m going to worry. It’s kinda what I do.”
“I know babe, I know.” I pulled him closer and nuzzled his neck. I was still in the afterglow, and didn’t want any negative thoughts bringing me down. But the can of worms was open, at least a crack.
Was there a way? I hadn’t thought so, not for years. But with the walking ray of sunshine next to me, maybe… I shook my head and closed my eyes, kissing the edge of Tay’s jaw. For right now, he was here, and that was all that mattered.