at him, as if he were willing Drake to believe him. Drake wanted to, but the best he could do right then was not to disbelieve him. “I won’t push you to do anything you don’t want to, but part of what a Dom does is push within the boundaries he and his sub set. Like I said before, I’m not interested in a constant D/s thing, but when it comes to sex, I definitely like to be in control. I like to do things that might be out of your comfort zone. We need to talk, see what we can learn about each other’s needs.”
Drake cut his steak and sniffed at the delicious aroma wafting up from his plate while he ran Ian’s words around in his head. He couldn’t find anything to complain about, nor could he find a reason to doubt Ian. Drake put the meat in his mouth and chewed, delighted to see the way Ian’s gaze zeroed in on his mouth.
He licked his lips and Ian’s breath hitched. Ian wasn’t the only one with power in this budding relationship.
“This will be just me and you,” Ian said roughly, a moment later once Drake had swallowed. “I don’t want to share, and, in return, I wouldn’t fuck around with anyone else, either.”
“I can agree to that.” Drake cut another bite and ate it as Ian kept watching him. It was unnerving yet erotic, to be the focus of Ian’s attention. Then Ian’s belly rumbled and Drake pointed his fork at Ian. “Eat. I wouldn’t want you passing out on me later.”
“Not gonna happen,” Ian said, and he rose up enough to lean forward. He snagged the bite right off Drake’s fork, tugging on the utensil a bit before sitting back down.
Drake’s cock stood up and wanted to come out and play. He winced at the pinch of his jeans against that delicate skin.
“Problem?” Ian asked, a cute smirk barely tipping his lips up.
The man might look like he was chiselled in marble, but he was really sweet under that stern mask.
“You could say that.” Drake squirmed and reached down to shift his dick into a less painful position. “If you’d eat faster, we could get naked. I—” Lord, he was going to blush, he could feel it starting. “I did what you said and bookmarked the videos I find, um, interesting possibilities. It’s all set up in my room.”
Ian’s expression darkened to something sensuous and powerful. It tugged at Drake’s gut and made him long to slide right out of the chair and kneel at Ian’s feet. But Ian wasn’t interested in that kind of stuff outside of sex. Then again, this entire meal was like foreplay with food. Drake decided it wouldn’t hurt to ask.
“When you say you only like the D/s stuff during sex, does that mean I won’t be doing any kneeling and stuff like that outside of when we’re in a scene?” Geez, that almost hurt to ask.
“A scene doesn’t have to start with sex, Drake. In fact, most of them begin with other things, like dinner, or relaxing on the couch, watching TV together. A scene can go on for minutes, or hours, or days, if that’s what floats your boat.” Ian took a bite of his steak but never looked away from Drake.
Drake couldn’t eat another bite. His nerves were rattling as desire clamped down on his insides. He lowered his head but looked up through his lashes at Ian, hoping Ian would understand what he couldn’t bring himself to articulate.
Ian sat up a little straighter, and those pale eyes seemed to see right into Drake’s fantasies. “Come here.” Ian patted his thigh.
Excitement had Drake clumsily rising. He took the two steps he needed to in order to get to Ian’s side, then he lowered himself to his knees.
“Sit back, ass to heels,” Ian said.
Drake did so.
“Spread your legs and put your palms on your thighs.”
Drake’s breath sounded loud in his own ears as he followed the orders.
“Very good,” Ian told him, running a hand over Drake’s hair. “I’d love to see you like this, naked, plugged, clamps on your nipples, and a cock ring, or even better, a cock cage in place. A collar—”
Drake cut his steak and sniffed at the delicious aroma wafting up from his plate while he ran Ian’s words around in his head. He couldn’t find anything to complain about, nor could he find a reason to doubt Ian. Drake put the meat in his mouth and chewed, delighted to see the way Ian’s gaze zeroed in on his mouth.
He licked his lips and Ian’s breath hitched. Ian wasn’t the only one with power in this budding relationship.
“This will be just me and you,” Ian said roughly, a moment later once Drake had swallowed. “I don’t want to share, and, in return, I wouldn’t fuck around with anyone else, either.”
“I can agree to that.” Drake cut another bite and ate it as Ian kept watching him. It was unnerving yet erotic, to be the focus of Ian’s attention. Then Ian’s belly rumbled and Drake pointed his fork at Ian. “Eat. I wouldn’t want you passing out on me later.”
“Not gonna happen,” Ian said, and he rose up enough to lean forward. He snagged the bite right off Drake’s fork, tugging on the utensil a bit before sitting back down.
Drake’s cock stood up and wanted to come out and play. He winced at the pinch of his jeans against that delicate skin.
“Problem?” Ian asked, a cute smirk barely tipping his lips up.
The man might look like he was chiselled in marble, but he was really sweet under that stern mask.
“You could say that.” Drake squirmed and reached down to shift his dick into a less painful position. “If you’d eat faster, we could get naked. I—” Lord, he was going to blush, he could feel it starting. “I did what you said and bookmarked the videos I find, um, interesting possibilities. It’s all set up in my room.”
Ian’s expression darkened to something sensuous and powerful. It tugged at Drake’s gut and made him long to slide right out of the chair and kneel at Ian’s feet. But Ian wasn’t interested in that kind of stuff outside of sex. Then again, this entire meal was like foreplay with food. Drake decided it wouldn’t hurt to ask.
“When you say you only like the D/s stuff during sex, does that mean I won’t be doing any kneeling and stuff like that outside of when we’re in a scene?” Geez, that almost hurt to ask.
“A scene doesn’t have to start with sex, Drake. In fact, most of them begin with other things, like dinner, or relaxing on the couch, watching TV together. A scene can go on for minutes, or hours, or days, if that’s what floats your boat.” Ian took a bite of his steak but never looked away from Drake.
Drake couldn’t eat another bite. His nerves were rattling as desire clamped down on his insides. He lowered his head but looked up through his lashes at Ian, hoping Ian would understand what he couldn’t bring himself to articulate.
Ian sat up a little straighter, and those pale eyes seemed to see right into Drake’s fantasies. “Come here.” Ian patted his thigh.
Excitement had Drake clumsily rising. He took the two steps he needed to in order to get to Ian’s side, then he lowered himself to his knees.
“Sit back, ass to heels,” Ian said.
Drake did so.
“Spread your legs and put your palms on your thighs.”
Drake’s breath sounded loud in his own ears as he followed the orders.
“Very good,” Ian told him, running a hand over Drake’s hair. “I’d love to see you like this, naked, plugged, clamps on your nipples, and a cock ring, or even better, a cock cage in place. A collar—”
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