by Hazel Domain
“It’s fine,” David said. He’d been thinking less about the food and more about the way Sean’s ass looked in those jeans. He suddenly felt very overdressed.
“Can I do anything to help?”
“No. You stay right there.”
David nodded, which was pointless because Sean’s attention was in the cupboard. He rummaged for a moment before withdrawing, holding a jar of spaghetti sauce.
Sean made the rest of the meal in silence, setting the pasta to boiling and slicing up lettuce and carrots for salads. David had no idea what he was supposed to be doing so he waited, watching Sean’s sure, precise movements.
“Caesar okay?” Sean asked, and David was confused until he realized Sean was talking about salad dressing.
“Yeah, sure.”
Sean set the bottle on the counter and strained the pasta, pouring the noodles and sauce back into the pot. When it was hot, he dished it into bowls.
“Take these to the table and wait for me,” Sean instructed, passing the dishes to David.
David did as he was told, setting places across the table from each other. He hoped that was okay.
Sean followed a moment later, carrying the salads, as well as a bowl of table grapes. David eyed them, but didn’t reach.
“Eat,” Sean told him, gesturing toward the bowls closest to David. Almost as an afterthought, he went back, returning with two glasses of ice water. David remembered the bottle of water Sean had brought him before, and realized belatedly that his face was turning red.
Sean didn’t seem to notice. David took a bite of his food, trying to cover the blush.
“So how long has it been, really?” Sean finally asked. “Since you scened with a matched dom.”
David glanced up.
“I…probably a couple years,” David admitted. Sean nodded.
“And you’re not looking for a regular dom.”
“I wasn’t. I don’t…I’m not sure I could handle one in my life right now.”
Or ever, he didn’t say.
“And you think,” Sean said, keeping his eyes on his fork, “you can make up for that by overcompensating? That if you let me ruin you every couple weeks, it’ll carry you through the rest of the time?”
“The thought…had crossed my mind,” David said quietly. He glanced up at Sean. “Don’t you need someone to sub for you, now and again? How long has it been since you had a matched scene?”
“Never,” Sean answered immediately, shaking his head. “But I’ve tried what you’re suggesting. And I can tell you why it won’t work.”
He raised his eyes now, looking straight at David.
“Because it doesn’t carry over. You can’t push yourself past your limit and hope it keeps you stable until the next scene. All it’ll do is hurt you, and eventually, you’ll hate me for it.”
“I know my limits,” David answered, maybe a touch too defensively. “I can hold.”
“You think that,” Sean said, gesturing with a forkful of lettuce. “But you’re wrong.”
“And you’d know,” David snapped. Sean nodded.
“Yes. I do, actually.”
David scowled down at his half-eaten meal, his appetite suddenly gone. This is exactly why he never wanted to get collared. Cocky know-it-all bastards. Sean wasn’t even his dom, and he was already telling David what his limits were.
“So why bring me here at all,” he muttered, sullen. Sean sighed.
“Because this is a conversation we needed to have, and I didn’t want to have it in a parking garage.”
“You could have just said you weren’t interested. I can handle it.”
Sean put his fork down.
“No, you’re not understanding me,” he said quietly. “The problem is that I am interested. Interested enough that I don’t think I can trust myself not to just…let it happen. If it was just about what I wanted, we’d be having a very different discussion right now. I’m guessing you’re not a switch?”
David shook his head, letting out a little laugh. “Not even a little bit.”
“I didn’t think so. If you’d ever dommed anyone, even at a low level, you’d understand what it’s like to be responsible for someone like that. To have them put everything in your hands.” Sean paused, looking up. “The things I want to do could kill you. If I did them wrong. If you couldn’t communicate with me. If you decided to push it.”
David swallowed, hard.
“Because it would be completely impossible,” David said, sarcasm creeping into his tone, “that a dumb sub could possibly know his own limits.”
Sean looked like he was going to say something, but David just kept going.
“This is why I never wanted a dom to begin with. Because we had a scene, like, once, and you suddenly think you’re in charge of running my life. You’re not. You don’t know anything about me.”
“So you want me to, what, play it by ear? Just hang you from my ceiling and whip you until you safeword, is that it? Send you home to have a sub drop by yourself?”
David raised an eyebrow.
“…what kind of whip?”
Sean let out an exasperated sigh, burying his face in his hands.
“Just…eat your food so I can take you home. This was a huge mistake.”
David stabbed at his spaghetti, twisting it around the tines of his fork.
“In my office,” he started, already unsure of how he planned to finish. “I said yellow. And you held. You held it right there. Did you want to hit me harder?”
“No,” Sean answered dully.
“‘kay,” David said, still twisting the fork. “I’m asking because, I’ve never subbed for somebody who could hold. They always either backed off, or kept ramping up.”
Sean groaned, but still didn’t look at him.
“I know where my limits are,” David insisted. “So how about you tell me what you want. If it doesn’t match up, I leave. No harm done.”
Sean glanced up at him. For what seemed like forever, the two men just stared at each other.
“I wasn’t talking about a literal whip,” Sean said finally. “More likely a flogger, or a strap.”
“Where?”
Sean shrugged.
“The usual. Ass. Shoulders. Thighs. Chest.” He glanced up. “Maybe cock and balls, though I’d use a crop or a cane for that.”
David exhaled, very slowly.
“I’ve never done that,” he admitted. “I’ve been caned, but never there.”
“You ever use hand signals?”
“For a safeword? Yeah.”
“Good. I’d want you gagged. Blindfolded. Maybe a full hood.”
“Immobilized, I think you said.”
“Yeah,” Sean agreed, licking his lips. He was getting bolder now, David could see it in his face. “I’d use rope, for that. Or a leather harness. Maybe both. Tying you down would probably take as much time as the rest of the scene combined.”
David nodded. He could imagine standing in Sean’s bedroom, silent and blind as the dom wrapped him in knot after knot.
“You got EMT scissors?”
Sean blinked.
“Of course. They’ll go through leather. I’ve tested.”
David nodded, satisfied. He had another thought.
“What about sex?”
Sean shook his head.
“Not at first. Call me old fashioned.”
“But eventually?”
“Eventually,” Sean agreed, nodding. He glanced up to meet David’s eyes. “Eventually, I think I’d like to share you.”
“Another dom or another sub?” David shot back, grinning.
“Both,” Sean answered. He shifted in his seat. David sobered up.
“I’m not into water play. Or bodily fluids other than come. And public humiliation’s not in the book, either.”
Sean nodded.
“But breathplay’s alright?”
“As long as I’m not underwater,” David agreed, nodding. “And I don’t do lingerie.”
“Yeah, I could have guessed that,” Sean agreed, looking him over. “What about aftercare. Anything special?”
“I…don’t know,” David admitted. Sean frowned at him.
“What do you mean, you don’t know?”
“I’ve never really had someone, you know…do that.”
“Who the hell have you been scening with?” Sean demanded, before catching himself and holding up a hand. “Nevermind. Not my business. But that’s irresponsible.”
“I haven’t really done anything too…intense,” David said quietly. He caught Sean’s eyes. “But I want to. Really. What I’ve been doing…isn’t really working for me.”
“And you really think this is going to be better?” Sean asked, a little incredulous.
“I think…I’d really like to give it a try,” David answered. He was nervous again, his stomach twisting the way it had before, when Sean had spanked him.
Sean looked at him silently, considering something in his own mind.
“I know better than this,” he said at last. He sighed, then picked up the empty bowls. “You really serious about this?” he asked one last time, looking David over. David nodded.
Sean turned back toward the kitchen. “Clothes off. All of them. I’ll be right back.”
Chapter Six
David watched him go, self-conscious now that this was actually…happening.
His fingers slid beneath the cuff of his sleeve, feeling the short, raised lines there.
No turning back now.
He shucked out of his jacket, letting his fingers linger for just a second on the silk of his tie. He could hear Sean doing something upstairs, and he tried not to pay attention as he unbuttoned his shirt.
Moment of truth.
David let the garment drop off his shoulders, catching it in his fingertips as it fell. He suddenly felt very exposed, even more so than that day in his office.
He removed his socks and belt and was about to pop the clasp on his slacks when he heard a sharp intake of breath.
He turned slowly, already knowing what he’d see.
Sean stood in the doorway, a length of dark gray rope over his shoulder. He was staring at David’s bare shoulders with his mouth agape.
“You’re…”
“Take a picture, it’ll last longer,” David grumbled. He was suddenly very glad he’d left his pants on. “We still doing this?”
“Yeah, of course, but…” Sean dropped the rope on the table, coming closer. His eyes were still focused on the marks covering David’s arms and chest. “Can I…?”
“Go for it,” David muttered. He kept his eyes down.
Sean’s touch was light, where his fingers traced over the raised lines of David’s designation. He walked slowly around David, following the trail across his shoulders and back.
“Why didn’t you say anything?” Sean breathed. David snorted.
“Ten minutes ago you were telling me I wasn’t strong enough to handle what you wanted to dish out. Why the hell would I give you more ammunition in that fight?”
Sean glanced sharply up at him, but David wasn’t interested in following that line of conversation any further. He raised up onto his toes, catching Sean’s mouth with his.
His hands dropped to his slacks, fumbling the zipper open and shoving them down over his hips.
“There,” he said, when the two of them broke apart. “Clothes all gone. Now what?”
Sean glanced over at the table.
~~~~~
He hadn’t been kidding. The tie down took a very long time.
David squirmed against the soft hemp ropes, reassuring himself that they were secure.
Sean had been thorough, and David could feel where the rope was looped firmly around his body. He was secured at nearly every joint, his hands bound above his head, his legs spread at the upper thigh.
Those had been the worst. David had been blindfolded, his ankles already tied, unable to do anything but lie on the tabletop as Sean had wrapped turn after turn around his thighs. He’d been half hard before that, but now…
David blushed as he imagined how he must look, spread eagle on Sean’s dining room table. The blush deepened when he heard a match striking.
“Have you ever played with wax before?” Sean asked him. David shook his head, then realized he didn’t know if Sean was even looking at him.
“No,” he clarified. “But I’ve heard of it.”
Something wet dripped across his belly and he flinched before realizing that it wasn’t even hot.
“Baby oil,” Sean told him from somewhere close. “You’ll thank me later.”
David was halfway to thanking him now. Warm splatters were landing on his arms, his chest, his thighs.
A moment later, Sean’s hands were on him, smoothing the oil across his skin. He started with David’s arms, letting his fingers dance across David’s upturned palms.
David moaned a little. Feedback is important, after all.
Sean worked his way down David’s body, smoothing the oil into the skin, the hair beneath his arms, his chest, his belly.
He paused at David’s waist, adding a few more drops of the oil directly to the thatch of hair above his cock. This he spread liberally across David’s hips and groin, ignoring the way David tried to arch up into his touch.
“The candles I have are soy,” Sean told him, and David tried to pay attention despite the hands currently massaging his thighs. “They’re specially made for this purpose. When I’ve played with them in the past, they’ve never gotten hotter than a hundred thirty.”
“I can do that,” David whispered, thinking of the shower at home. Sean withdrew, and David heard him crossing the room.
“Good. I’m going to leave the blindfold on. You won’t know when it’s coming— or where. I can tell you that it won’t be your face. I won’t let it pool, but the temperature will vary depending on the amount and the distance I pour from. Do you understand?”
“Yes,” David whined, already missing the dom’s touch.
“Good. Now with that in mind— is there anywhere you don’t want me to put this?”
“No, anywhere, just do it, please,” David begged. His hair was standing on end, anticipating the feel of the wax.
“You’re sure?” Sean asked, and David nodded, moaning.
Without another word, Sean’s hand, slick with oil, closed around David’s hard cock, sliding easily over the full length. David groaned and arched into it, whimpering as Sean’s thumb swiped over his slit. And then, quick as it had appeared, the hand was gone.
“Don’t want the wax to stick,” Sean said, with a hint of mischief in his voice. David opened his mouth to reply, but was interrupted by a string of burning heat across his left pectoral.
For just a moment, it was hot enough to sting, hot enough that David almost panicked, but within a few seconds it had cooled.
“What’s your color?” he heard Sean ask.
“Green, sir,” David replied.
“Good.”
Another line of heat up the side of his ribs, followed by a succession of slow drips up the underside of one arm. David moaned softly, loving the quickly fading pain of it.
A large drop splattered onto one palm, and David twitched in response. The ropes held him tight, steadying him, keeping him grounded. He was surrounded. His dom was holding him steady, and he could do this.
The wax dripped across the width of bo
th thighs, and David moaned again, settling in to enjoy it.
Chapter Seven
“I want to go over it again.”
“You know you don’t need to, and if you don’t drop it I’m going to gag you.”
“Promises,” David muttered, but he let it drop. That was why he’d called Sean, after all. To help him drop it.
He felt something cool press against his lips and he opened, letting Sean feed him the strawberry. He made sure to run his tongue against the pad of Sean’s finger as it retreated. The dom hummed.
David had called Sean up to his office four times in the last month. The first time he’d been hesitant— he was worked up over nothing, but worked up nonetheless. He could handle it alone, but he couldn’t tear his mind away from the memory of Sean’s spanking.
The second time David called, Sean brought a set of padded cuffs up with him. David had accepted this without a word and when Sean left, the cuffs stayed in David’s desk drawer.
Now, the cuffs were keeping David’s hands pinioned behind him, clipped to his ankles by a short tether, forcing him to stay relatively motionless on his knees.
Sean rested in the chair above him, close enough that David could rest his cheek on the dom’s thigh. He couldn’t see what Sean was doing, not while blindfolded, but he could feel the heat seeping off the taller man’s body.
He heard a soft crack and felt the pressure on his lips again— half a carrot this time.
“Are you stealing my carrots?”
“I’m making them bite-sized. Don’t talk with your mouth full.”
David obediently chewed and swallowed, frowning when he heard another crack.
“Now I know why you agree to this. You’re just after my food.”