My eyes went wide with wonder. All I wanted to do was reach out and touch him; I didn’t give a damn anymore if it was vanilla sex.
But I managed to maintain control and resist touching him. For now.
“The pants too.”
He wordlessly obeyed, peeling off his pants down to his ankles.
I bit my lip. This was hard to resist. But I had to make it all the way to the payoff at the end of our session; otherwise, Luke would think that BDSM was just another, slightly kinkier form of vanilla sex. I’d promised that I’d show him this world, even though it was hard to resist that body of his…
He was wearing nothing but a rainbow-colored jockstrap, and the sight of him was almost enough to make me come without even having to touch him.
I blinked and had to look away.
“What, am I gross?” Luke asked, covering his body with his hands.
“Oh, God no babe…” I said, my eyes falling across him again. “It’s just really hard for me not to take you right here, right now. You’re the hottest thing I’ve ever seen.”
Blush rose into his cheeks and he looked away.
That almost pushed me over the edge.
“You have no idea how much control you have right now,” I told him, my voice deep and husky.
“I— I do?”
“You could basically tell me to do anything you want and I’d do it. I’d have to,” I admitted.
He brightened. I could tell that that was exactly what he needed to hear.
“Well… can you start, then?” he asked. “Underwear on for now. They make me feel hot.”
“Your wish is my command,” I said, trying to resist the urge to kiss his torso all the way to his crotch. I knew it was hot and pulsing with desire, waiting for me.
I got up off the bed and opened one of the dresser drawers.
Luke waited patiently, watching me.
I scanned the neatly stacked ropes, all lined up in the drawer in order of color and bounciness from black to pink. Since Luke said he had a high pain tolerance, I grabbed the black one. It was firm, but if you pulled it tightly, it bit into the skin.
Plucking it out of the drawer, I brought it over to him so he could touch it.
“How does this feel to you? Do you think you could be tied up with this and be okay with it?”
He reached out his long delicate fingers and touched the bundle of rope. “It feels good, way softer than what I played with before,” he said.
I tried not to think of what this amateur Dom used on Luke. Probably something like shoelaces, or a rope you’d find at a hardware store.
“Okay, I’m going to tie you up with this,” I said, unwinding the black rope.
He nodded, excitement brimming in his eyes.
I spent the next few minutes lacing the rope in just the right way. After I’d made loops, knots, and wrapped the thing around him a few times, he was securely bound.
He giggled.
“What?” I asked, my voice flat and hard. I cleared my throat, then repeated myself, but more gently this time.
“It tickles!” he said, the smile on his face.
“Oh, sorry, where are you ticklish?” I asked with a gleam in my eye.
“I’m not telling!” Luke teased.
“Alright alright, I guess I’ll just have to guess when we begin…”
“No tickling,” Luke said, his eyes hard with the command. “Hard— er, soft limit.”
“Alright,” I said. “Remember, red, yellow, and green.”
He nodded.
Once I had Luke bound, I pulled a slack part of the rope to tighten everything, making sure it wasn’t too tight, but not too lose for him to wiggle out of it.
“How’s that?” I asked.
He struggled against the ropes. “It feels… it feels good…”
As the ropes bit into his skin slightly, I saw his bulge pulse.
“You’re really into being tied up, aren’t you?” I asked, biting my lip.
“…yeah…” he said shyly.
It took everything in me to resist him in that moment.
I spent the next few seconds making sure he was okay, and that everything was good to go.
“Are you ready?” I asked, sure that everything was in place.
“I’m ready,” he said.
For a moment, I indulged in how he looked there, restrained on the bed like he was the centerpiece of a huge meal. He was all pale limbs and perfect body, tied up in an intricate series of knots.
“Struggle against them,” I directed. “Try to get out.”
He obeyed me, flexing his arms against the rope. I watched as it pressed into his flesh, and I licked my lips.
“God, that is so hot…” I said, feeling my cock press against my pants. I was probably the hardest I’d ever been, just watching him like this.
Luke’s eyes were dark with lust as he looked me up and down too. “I’m ready to start,” he said.
Alright,” I answered. “I’m leaving now…”
And I walked out the door. Inside this room, I had a bunch of my Dom outfits hanging up; they were all leather straps zigzagging in patterns around studded pieces of clothing. With haste, I took my clothes off and pulled one of them — my favorite, on.
I plucked a riding crop off the shelf next to me to improv at the last moment. Luke told me he liked spanking; he’d probably like this, too.
Desire surged through me with every heartbeat as I waited in anticipation for his cue.
After what seemed like an eternity with the air tingling around me, I finally heard his voice from the other side of the door.
“Green.”
And just like that, I opened the door to the image of the man of my dreams tied up on the bed, just as I’d left him.
But now I was acting a part; I was Dom Adam.
For a moment, I wondered with a flickering thrill if Luke was feeling the same anticipation as I was. This excitement at playing with control and power.
I wanted to ask how he was feeling, but I was already
