by Sara York
When they arrived at his place, Wesley turned to him, his smile wide. “I really like your house.”
Scotty cut the engine, not sure why so much pride filled him. Maybe it was because Wesley approved of where he lived. “Thanks.”
Wesley stepped from the car and looked around at the work Scotty had done today. “The yard looks great. I really like the flowers you put in.”
He smiled, happy to have his lover’s approval. “Thanks. I did them today.”
Wesley stopped walking and stared up at the sky. “I’m really sorry to be such a huge bother. I don’t mean to be. I don’t want to disappoint you, and yet it seems like I do that a lot.”
“Wesley, baby, I’m not disappointed in you. It was an accident. I’m just glad you are okay.”
“Yeah, but I feel like such a dork.”
“You know, babe, I like you a lot. You’re wonderful just as you are. Let’s go inside and eat. We’ve had a busy evening already, and I just want to relax with you.”
Wesley smiled up at him, and Scotty wondered how he’d been so lucky as to score time with this amazing young man. He keyed open the door and headed to the kitchen, praying he could keep the demons hidden for a little while longer.
Chapter Eleven
Scotty had been so sweet after he’d ruined everything for the evening. He couldn’t believe that the guy hadn’t been angry at all. Tonight he’d do whatever necessary to make up for his failure. While Scotty pulled the food out of the to-go bag, Wesley set the table. The food smelled delicious, and he couldn’t help but creep closer to Scotty and look over his shoulder.
“This is better than what I would have made.”
“No, it’s really not. I would rather eat food cooked by your hand than restaurant food.”
Wesley laughed and rubbed up against Scotty’s back. “You don’t know how bad of a cook I am.”
“I don’t care about that. I think it’s sweet that you tried.”
“I feel bad about the fire.” Wesley had never started a fire in the kitchen before. His mother had taught him to always be careful and never take things for granted. Of course, the first time he had a guy over for dinner that he wanted to impress, he messed it up.
“I understand feeling bad about things, but babe, you are safe, and that’s all that matters.”
Tears stung the back of Wesley’s eyes, and he didn’t want to cry again. “Let’s eat. I’m starving.”
“Sounds good.”
Scotty sat beside him, and their knees bumped over and over again. His face went hot at one point when Scotty stared at him for a particularly long time. The food was great, and he was stuffed when Scotty got up from the table and began washing their plates.
“Let me help you clean up,” Wesley said.
“How about you grab a towel and dry. Towels are in this drawer.” Scotty nodded, indicating a drawer beside the sink.
Wesley took the first plate and dried, all the while watching Scotty. The man was so beautiful. He placed the first plate in the cabinet and swung his gaze back to his man’s ass. Scotty turned around, catching him staring. Wesley’s face heated again.
“What were you thinking just now?”
Wesley bit his lower lip and let his gaze travel slowly up Scotty’s torso to his face. He swallowed at the intense look shot his way. “I want you.”
Scotty took the towel from Wesley’s hand and dried his plate, placing it carefully back in the cabinet. “What do you want me to do to you?”
“I want you to be naked with me, touching me, kissing me.”
“Anything else?”
“I want you to do what you want to do. I want you to…”
“To what, Wesley?” Scotty stalked forward, and Wesley stepped back, gripping the counter. He stayed silent, afraid of revealing everything he wanted Scotty to do. Images of being tied to the bed filled his mind. Would Scotty think he was weird if he blurted it all out? “Wesley, talk to me.”
“I want you to do things to me no other man has.”
“Tell me.”
“I don’t think I can talk about it.”
“Talking about it gives you power.” Scotty brushed his knuckles over Wesley’s face. “You can tell me anything.”
Wesley turned away, unable to face Scotty and speak the words. “I-I’d never even thought about it until we went to the club.”
“Thought about what?”
Wesley’s stomach rolled, and his knees went weak. He’d had a dream that there were people watching everything he and Scotty did, just like in the club, and he knew he couldn’t do that. But he wanted to be tied down and see what it felt like.
“Wesley, my love, tell me what you want, and I’ll see if I can help you.”
“Tie me up.” He blurted out the words, then slapped his hand over his mouth, heat filling his face. He couldn’t believe he’d said it. Scotty’s hands were on his shoulders, forcing him to turn around. He closed his eyes, unable to even look at the man.
“Open your eyes and look at me,” Scotty commanded.
“I don’t know if I can.”
“Please,” Scotty whispered.
Slowly Wesley opened his eyes, his gaze finding Scotty’s. He didn’t know what he expected to see from Scotty, but it wasn’t the affection directed at him. Wesley sucked in a breath, holding it for fear of Scotty thinking him sick.
Scotty’s hands cupped Wesley’s face. “My dear boy, you make me feel so much. After that time at the club, I feared you’d never agree to being tied up.”
“I can’t do it in front of other people—not yet.”
“You don’t have to. Here in the privacy of my bedroom is good enough. We can explore each other, and no one else ever needs to watch what we do.”
“Then why the club?”
Scotty blew out a breath and glanced away. “It’s difficult to explain.”
“So, what do I do?”
“For now, just get undressed. I’ll keep it simple tonight.”
Wesley began pulling his clothes off, and Scotty watched, not removing any of his. He walked around Wesley, his gaze never leaving Wesley’s body. When Wesley was totally naked, he felt the need to cover his dick, but he kept his hands at his side. Already, his dick was hard as stone and a bead of pre-cum was at the tip.
“Follow me, and don’t forget to say yes, sir.”
“Yes, sir.” Wesley ducked his head and followed behind Scotty, stopping a few paces back when his man stopped.
Scotty had his hand on his doorknob, and his chest rose and fell with each breath. “Give me your safeword.”
“What?”
“The word you want to use if you decide I need to stop. At any point, if you feel overwhelmed, just say the word and I’ll stop.”
“Really?”
Scotty hugged him, his hands gentle and loving. “Yes, my love. I want you to enjoy this. If it hurts more than you can stand or if you need to be free, ask and I’ll get you out of the ropes. This isn’t about me taking control; it’s about you giving it up willingly. If at any point you need that control back, all you have to do is say your word.”
“Rabbit.”
“Rabbit is your safeword?”
“Yes, sir, rabbit.”
“Good boy. Now I want you to lie down in the center of my bed, face up, and don’t move.”
Wesley’s knees were still shaking, but he was able to make it to the bed without falling on his face. He lowered himself to the mattress and scooted to the center, his eyes never leaving Scotty. Every move Scotty made, he watched. When Scotty pulled open a drawer on his dresser, Wesley flinched. He wanted to go up on his elbow to see what Scotty was doing, but he lay perfectly still, trying to please Scotty by obeying his rules. At first there weren’t any sounds, but then Wesley heard what sounded like a chain. He shivered. What the hell had he gotten himself into?
Rabbit.
He wouldn’t say it yet, but the word was on the tip of his tongue and Scotty hadn’t done anything. After a
long moment that seemed more like an hour, Scotty stood. Wesley glanced at him and noticed multiple things gathered in his hands. A shiver snaked through him.
“You look nervous,” Scotty said.
“I am nervous.”
Scotty climbed onto the bed and set the things beside Wesley. He straddled Wesley, going down on his hands so he hung over him, their faces even. “I promise I won’t hurt you. We’ll take this slow. I want you to have pleasure too. This isn’t only about me, it’s about you and me together.”
Wesley nodded, afraid if he said anything he’d end up squeaking. Scotty lowered his head and brushed his nose over Wesley’s cheek. “You smell good.” Scotty licked his face, then nibbled on his neck. “You taste good too.”
This was more erotic than anything they’d done before. Scotty still wore all of his clothes, and Wesley felt totally at his mercy. He arched up, wanting to get some friction on his dick. Scotty sat up and frowned.
“From here on out, you only move if I tell you to.”
Wesley nodded.
“And if I ask you a question, you must respond with ‘yes, sir’. Do you understand?”
“Yes, sir.”
Scotty flashed him a devastatingly beautiful smile before moving to the edge of the bed. He picked up a black circle and held it up, facing Wesley. “This is a fur-lined cuff. I’m going to place them on your wrists and your ankles. I have straps under the bed that I’ll hook the cuffs to. I won’t pull them too tight because I want you to be able to move just a bit. Remember, you may say your safeword at any time, and we’ll end the scene.”
Wesley nodded, noticing the frown on Scotty’s face. “Yes, sir,” he said quickly, hoping that it would be enough to keep Scotty from getting angry.
“That’s good, you’re learning. Now, it’s time for me to bind you to the bed. Give me your wrists.”
“Yes, sir.” Wesley held out his hands, allowing Scotty to strap the cuffs around his arms. They weren’t uncomfortable at all. He’d been worried that the cuffs would hurt, but they were actually very soft.
Scotty placed the cuffs on his ankles and then hooked them to the straps on the bed. Panic raced through him at first, but he forced himself to calm, praying he could get through this.
“Are you okay?” Scotty asked.
“Yes, sir.” Wesley’s voice was weak, and it wavered.
Scotty didn’t seem to notice his lack of conviction; instead, he hooked Wesley’s wrists to the bed straps and stood back, his gaze roving over Wesley. Scotty pawed at the front of his pants, rubbing over the bulge again and again.
“So beautiful,” Scotty whispered.
Wesley’s pulse raced, his breath coming fast. Scotty frightened and exhilarated him. He thought about his safeword, thought about saying it, but he wanted to see what was next.
* * * *
Scotty had never been so excited by binding anyone else. This wasn’t even his favorite type of binding. He liked to use rope and do intricate designs if he was going for excitement. Funny how the right guy made all the difference in the world.
Usually, he would bind his subjects and want to take care of them somewhat, but it was really about control. This was still about caring and control, but the control part was becoming less of an issue for him when he was with Wesley. He watched the emotions play over Wesley’s face. The man was afraid, but he was being brave. Scotty would take it easy on him, making sure that Wesley received maximum pleasure this time around.
Scotty grabbed a feather and held it up. Wesley swallowed, his chest and face turning red. Scotty held the feather over Wesley’s feet, then lowered it, brushing it gently over Wesley’s skin. A moan escaped Wesley’s mouth, and Scotty smiled. He continued to brush the feather over Wesley’s skin, moving closer and closer to Wesley’s dick and balls.
Pre-cum leaked out of Wesley’s prick and made a slick line halfway down the shaft. Scotty liked how responsive Wesley was. He wasn’t going to swipe the feather over Wesley’s dick, but then he decided to, hoping to drive Wesley crazy. At the first touch, Wesley arched up.
“Oh God, Scotty.”
“Don’t come.”
“I can’t stop.” Wesley gasped for breath, his body writhing on the bed so beautifully. He fought the bonds, pulling his arms and legs against the restraints. Scotty sat back and watched, enjoying the show. He had Wesley at his mercy, totally under his control and submitting to him. He loved watching him move, bucking up and fighting against the hold. It pleased him to see the man so excited and about to burst.
Wesley was so untried and not used to obeying commands that Scotty didn’t expect him to hold his cum back this time, but he’d press him hard, using all of his tricks to keep Wesley at the edge of his orgasm. Scotty moved and used the feather to tickle Wesley’s nipples.
“Scot—Sco—” Wesley arched up, his back coming off the bed. His balls were so tight Scotty was amazed that he hadn’t already blown his load. Wesley cried out again, and Scotty grabbed his dick, circling his fingers around the base, hoping to calm him a bit so they could continue.
“Control yourself, Wesley. I haven’t given you permission to come.”
“Please, please, Scotty. I need—”
“Shh, baby, I’ll make sure you have pleasure, but don’t come until I tell you to.”
Wesley gulped in a huge breath and held it. He almost looked like he was going to cry; then he let the breath go and fought the bonds again. Scotty knew that Wesley wanted to touch himself, anything to get relief. He’d seen subs suffer through the denial of pleasure stage and knew it was hard for them. Wesley was doing so well, amazingly well for a guy who’d never subbed before. Scotty decided to allow him some relief.
“When I wrap my lips around you, you may come.”
Wesley cried out, his gaze going to Scotty’s. For a second, Scotty couldn’t move when he saw the love shining in Wesley’s eyes. That’s all it could be. The look held more than appreciation or dedication—that was love mixed in Wesley’s depths, shocking the hell of out of him. He moved to Wesley’s cock and kissed the tip, feeling the first stages of release pump through Wesley. He quickly placed his lips around Wesley and sunk down, getting about halfway down the thick rod before his man blew, shooting his seed down Scotty’s throat.
Four pumps and Wesley was done. He collapsed, his body totally relaxed. He appeared tranquil as he gazed lazily up at Scotty, his eyes half-hooded and his lips open slightly.
Scotty straddled Wesley again, hanging over him as he’d done before. “Did you like that?”
“Yes, sir,” Wesley mumbled.
“Do you want me to let you go right now?”
Wesley perked up, his eyes going wide. “Is there more?”
“Wesley, there is so much more we can do, but I don’t want to make you regret this. I want you to enjoy this part of our relationship.”
“I want more, but I don’t know how much more.”
“If you submit to me, I’ll take care of you.”
“I think I…”
Scotty waited for Wesley to finish speaking, but the minutes passed by, and he said nothing. “You think what?”
“Nothing. I didn’t mean…”
“Tell me. Remember you can always tell me anything.”
Wesley drew in a deep breath and bit his lip. His gaze had strayed to the wall, then snapped back suddenly. “I think I’m falling in love with you.”
The words shocked Scotty and warmed him. He never expected to find love with anyone—ever. He’d hoped for love with Wesley and even thought he'd seen it in his eyes before, he’d secretly believed it too much to ask for. Denying Wesley his love would end the relationship and save him from hurt—well, further hurt, but he didn’t want that. Losing Wesley would be gut-wrenching no matter when it happened. His heart squeezed, and suddenly he realized he had way too many clothes on and there wasn’t enough skin-to-skin contact.
He stood and noticed the hurt look on Wesley’s face. “Don’t think anything right no
w. Just give me two minutes.”
Scotty stripped off his clothes, his gaze never leaving Wesley’s. He was glad he hadn’t let Wesley go yet because the man obviously misunderstood Scotty’s actions, and he’d probably be gone if he was free to leave. Scotty moved to the bottom of the bed and crawled between Wesley’s legs, unlatching the strap holding his legs down.
Their gazes met, and he didn’t look away once as he slowly made his way up Wesley’s body until they were eye to eye. “Wesley, my beautiful Wesley. My heart is so full of love for you. I’ve never in my life felt this way about another human. I can’t live without you. I’ll give up everything and anything you need me to, just to have you with me.” Scotty moved to undo Wesley’s arms, but Wesley’s sharp command stopped him.
“Don’t.”
He bristled a bit at the strong word but sat back on Wesley’s belly and lifted one eyebrow. “Don’t what.”
“Don’t assume that I don’t want some of the stuff you do too. I liked being tied up, and I don’t want you to let me loose just yet.”
“Fuck, Wesley. You know how to make me happy. But remember, anytime you want to be free, just say the word. There are no restrictions, no rules that you can’t question.”
Wesley sucked in a breath. “I’m a bit shocked by that.”
Scotty was stunned by his own declaration too. He’d never given a sub this kind of power. “I know. I can’t explain it, but, Wesley, I don’t want you to ever think I don’t see you as an equal in this relationship. I’m in love with you, and I can’t hold back where you are concerned.”
“Make love to me, please,” Wesley begged.
“Yes, but only after I let your arms free. This time, I want you free to touch me. I need your hands on my body as much as I need you under me.”
He unlatched the cuffs, and Wesley’s enthusiasm was amazing and contagious. Scotty started laughing and rolled over, allowing Wesley to be on top. They were kissing, their tongues twining together.
