Bound to You, page 6
part #2 of Tender Control Series
“If you’re looking to be punished and to go home without a kiss, keep it up.” That comment had him sighing, but he nodded and stood straighter.
“Yes…Master?” He looked over, clearly questioning the honorific.
“Yes.” I nodded and let him see how pleased I was with the word. “It sounds very good coming from you.”
I could have made an issue of him calling me Sir or Stuart until we were closer, but I had a feeling neither of those would have come naturally to him. His beaming smile said I’d made the right call even if a little voice in the back of my head said not to rush.
Walking into the living room, I led him over to the couch. “Take off your shoes.”
I could see his brain going a mile a minute, but as I walked to the hall closet, he stayed by the couch and obeyed. By the time I returned, he had his shoes off and seemed to be in the process of turning to look at the room when his eyes lit up. “Is that for me?”
Holding out the oddly shaped cushion, I nodded. “Yes, it’s not the simple cushions that I’ve seen most Masters use, but you’re going to spend a lot of time kneeling, so I think this will work out better.”
The wide mat had a layer of foam that would cushion his knees, but the middle was built up to elevate his ass and take some of the pressure off his knees. It was supposed to be for meditation or yoga, but when I’d seen the ad come up online, I knew it would be perfect for a sub.
It was amazing what ads came up after someone started to do a bit of interesting online shopping.
Asa was nearly vibrating with excitement as I brought it over and sat down on the couch with the mat in front of me. It was impossible to keep the smile out of my voice as I held out my hand. “Come here.”
“This is just so exciting. No laughing.” His teasing frown said he was joking, but I gave him a stern look.
“Do you get to tell me how to behave?” A shiver raced through him as he took my hand.
It took him a moment to get his thoughts in order. “No, Master. I’m sorry.”
He didn’t look worried, just turned on, so I shook my head. “Brat.”
That had another wide smile breaking out over his face as he positioned his feet on the mat. “But I’m endearing. Don’t forget that part.”
“I won’t.” I grinned as he gave me a cheeky smile. “You won’t let me forget.”
He nodded eagerly, squeezing my hand. “Now can I kneel?”
Taking both his hands, I agreed. “Yes, but go slowly. Even if you’ve practiced at home, this will have your legs in a different position, but I want you to be comfortable, so I think this will work better in the long run.”
“I practiced.” Asa’s expression said he thought I was ridiculous for even thinking he wasn’t prepared, but I did my best not to laugh.
Encouraging his bad behavior was not a good idea.
He lowered himself to the floor carefully, wiggling a bit on the cushion as he tucked his legs under the sides. “This is interesting.”
Since that seemed to be a good thing, I stroked his head and went back to giving him the attention he was craving. “Alright, show me how still you can sit. Hands on your thighs again.”
It seemed to be the simplest way to keep him thinking about his submission.
Again, as soon as he made himself sit still and had to focus on not moving, a peacefulness settled over him. Stroking my hand down his neck and right over where his collar would be someday, I nodded as he closed his eyes. “Very good. That’s perfect.”
Aside from having to think about his balance, he didn’t seem to be having to fight to keep the position. Seeing he was comfortable, I shifted closer until my legs were framing his kneeling form, brushing against his shoulders. “That’s perfect.”
Continuing the slow caresses over his head and neck that he seemed to love, I gave him a few seconds to relax…and a few for me as well. Giving myself the reminder that this was what we both wanted, I relaxed into the moment and let my worries go.
“You look very good like this. You’re going to be doing a lot of kneeling for me. Here. At the club. There are endless ways I can use you like this or I can just enjoy watching you.” Something about the idea or my words sent a shiver through him, but he didn’t comment.
“Sometimes you’ll work hard to please me, but other quiet moments like this are just as important because I know it’s not easy for you.” As I continued to pet him, letting him sink deeper into the moment, I turned the conversation again.
“What else isn’t easy for you?” Tracing along his collarbone, I gave him a gentle reminder about the collar that would one day sit there. “When you pictured giving yourself to your Master, what was one thing he was always controlling, but it wasn’t easy?”
The answer could have gone a thousand different ways, but somehow Asa’s response didn’t surprise me. “I don’t relax very well.”
Instead of leaving the honest but slightly vague comment just hanging there, he continued. “I read a free story on one of those erotic book sites a few years ago that had this couple, and the thing that really stuck with me was that the Master kept his boy from working too much and he made him relax.”
I could see Asa relating to that.
“The comments I read about the story said that some readers thought it was silly, but that seemed to be the most realistic part of it for me.” He finally opened his eyes, peeking up at me. “What do you think, Master?”
“I think you go ninety miles an hour constantly, and I also think that today wasn’t the only early morning you put in at work lately.” His guilty expression said I’d hit that right on the money. “I’m also betting you go just as fast in your downtime. Some kind of time-consuming hobby or side business?”
He grinned, leaning into my touch as I ran my fingers over his cheek. “Um, I’ve been taking classes online. Is that what you mean?”
Of course he had.
“We’re going to look at your schedule.” Moving my hand down to cup his chin, I held his face so he was focusing on me. “I will let you get another degree or whatever you’re working toward, but I will not let you work around the clock because slowing down scares you.”
He knew better than to lie and deny why he was working so many hours, but he didn’t have a good answer so he stayed silent. However, since he’d run himself ragged as a kid to stay busy, I didn’t think that much had changed.
If you never stopped, the bad things couldn’t catch up to you.
That’d been his motto as a kid and I could see the truth in his eyes now.
“Before you leave tonight, you’re going to write out your schedule for the week. Then every morning before you get out of bed and again before you leave for work, you’re going to text me.” Something eased in him even though his expression didn’t give anything away. It prompted me to keep going. “Based on your schedule, I’ll add other check-in times during the day.”
“Yes, Master.” He agreed so quickly, I decided to add another layer.
“You are also going to put one of those tracking apps on your phone so I will be able to see where you are.” Before he could even open his mouth to brat his way through what he thought should be a negotiation, I continued. “This is not about trust. This is about ownership.”
Letting that sink in for a moment, I explained more of my slightly warped logic. “I know where my car is at all times and you are infinitely more important than that. Do you understand that rule?”
He swallowed and took several seconds to think through it or to just absorb something about it. We both knew that he had two options, safeword or agree, but I knew what he would do. “Yes, Master. I’ll make sure it’s on my phone before I leave.”
Wanting to reward him, even though I had a feeling being stalked by his Master was already a reward in his head, I ran my hand along his jaw and around to cup his neck. Just thinking about the way he’d reacted before had me getting hard before I’d even had a chance to grip his neck.
As my hand tightened, he made a quiet moan and relaxed into my hold. “That’s my good boy. I’m going to know where you are at all times and I’m going to be watching to make sure you take care of yourself.”
He might be smart and absolutely focused when he wanted something, but it was time to take those qualities and make sure he was using them to take care of himself. I had a feeling the boy in front of me had been waiting for someone to care for him for so long he’d forgotten what it felt like.
Well, my version might not be the most vanilla way to go about showing him he was important, but it would be a point he wouldn’t be able to miss.
Chapter 7
Asa
I’d never felt more…relaxed? Aroused? I didn’t have a better word to explain what I was feeling, and the fact that my brain cells were skipping around my head in circles like silly fairies wasn’t helping the situation either.
Stuart wanted to watch over me.
He’d said I was important.
He was going to be pissed when I wrote out my schedule, though. I couldn’t decide if he’d punish me or just be disappointed. I could handle any punishment, but I didn’t want to upset him.
“Next week you’re going to start texting me with what you’re eating and drinking. I have a feeling your schedule is requiring unhealthy levels of caffeine.” The implied threat of no more coffee had me forcing my brain into gear.
Stuart chuckled but didn’t release his wonderful hold on me. “Yes, that startled expression just gave you away. Food and sleep rules start next week. I can’t have my boy tired or over-caffeinated if I’m expecting him to be focused on me.”
Oh.
Well, maybe he had a point.
“Starting next week…I mean, starting next Monday, right, I’ll text you with what I’ve eaten and drunk?” The sentence hadn’t been easy, especially with the wonderful sensations running through me, but I was proud when I finally got it out.
I couldn’t decide how I felt about the rule, but the one thing I knew was that it would make sure we were both thinking about each other constantly.
He wanted to watch over me.
This wasn’t going to be like a regular date or boyfriend who’d go days without calling or even texting.
“You’re my Master so that means I can’t annoy you by following your directions.” It wasn’t really a question, more of just a statement of fact, but I felt better when he nodded.
“Yes, I will never give you an order or set up a rule that I find frustrating.” His free hand started stroking down the front of my neck again, sending more shivers through me. “It doesn’t matter if it’s about sending me a text when you wake up or making you ask for permission to orgasm, if I set up a rule or agree to it, it’s something I wanted.”
I must have made a sound because he smiled wickedly. “And sometimes it will be something that I absolutely love. Like controlling your cock.”
That statement left me blinking and words just weren’t possible for several long seconds. “But…you said…I mean…”
Shit.
My brain was a mess, but he knew what I was talking about. “Yes, I said for the time being I wasn’t going to let us go too far. That doesn’t mean I’m not going to control your pleasure.”
Stuart was clearly warming up to the idea that our relationship could transform into something sexual, but I had to admit I hadn’t realized he’d start this soon.
Just the images Stuart had teasingly put at the front of my mind were making it hard to respond, much less think clearly. However, based on his expression, he didn’t mind. His finger stroked along my neck as his other hand tightened again, sending sparks of pleasure and something soothing shooting through me.
“You want your Master to have complete control to make sure you know you’re wanted. Who is your Master right now?” We both knew that wasn’t guaranteed to continue, but for the time being, it looked like he was embracing his role.
“You. You’re my Master.” God, that was the most incredible sentence.
It was better than graduation and walking away from my biological assholes all wrapped up together.
Stuart nodded and the subtle pleasure he’d radiated as he’d talked about controlling my orgasms changed to something more powerful. “That means you want me to control everything, doesn’t it?”
We both knew the answer to that, so I just nodded.
“Good boy.” His finger stroked over my lips like he was imagining kissing them or fucking my face.
It could’ve gone either way, and something about not knowing sent another shiver through me.
“Then what do you think I want from you when I say I’m going to control your orgasms?” His voice had a hint of desire in it, but he asked the question so easily it had my brain cells dancing around again.
Coming up with a legitimate answer wasn’t as easy as he might have thought, but he was patient as I scrambled to figure out what to say.
“I…I think…” Taking a breath, I closed my eyes because looking at his face when he was so intently focused on me was too hard. “I think you would want me to ask when I got to come or give me some kind of schedule or limit.”
Stuart made a quiet pleased sound that had me relaxing.
“Yes, those would be very good options.” He stroked over my lips again and I had to fight the urge to lick his finger. “For now, you’re going to get two orgasms a week. But you’re going to have to ask for them. In the future, I’ll tighten those rules to make you ask to even edge yourself, but for now, I think that’s fair.”
Ask to edge myself?
Ask to come?
Two?
Fair?
Did that mean at some point he’d get unreasonable?
What would that look like?
Would he tell me I couldn’t come at all unless he was in me or touching me or spanking me?
A shiver raced through me and I heard myself moan as I rocked on the cushion, but I couldn’t hold it back. Stuart gave a dark chuckle that I knew had me blushing, but I didn’t feel stupid. For some reason, his enjoyment of my arousal and embarrassment made me even more turned on.
I had a split second of wishing the things I found erotic were rational before I let it go.
They weren’t, so there was no point in focusing on it.
“You’re very sexy like that. Embarrassed but turned on. This is a very good look for you, boy.” The edge of desire and something darker sent another shiver through me. He made a low pleased sound as he continued to stroke my neck and face. “Tell me what the rule about your orgasms is?”
Having to say it out loud made it all even more real and more arousing.
“I…” I took a deep breath and tried again. “I can have two orgasms a week, but I have to ask for permission first.”
Fuck, that was hot.
“I’ll also expect a text when you start and when you finish.” His voice was detached and calm like we were talking about how long it took me to brush my teeth. “I’m curious to see how long it takes you.”
Was it possible to come just by listening to him say shit like that?
“But remember, there will be consequences if you disobey.” The hand on my neck had relaxed over time, but he tightened it again, sending more of the wonderful sparks through me. “If you cheat on your orgasms, I’ll know. I always knew when you were lying.”
Because something about the way he trusted me and treated me as an equal made me vomit everything in my head at him.
That didn’t seem to have changed either.
“Yes, Master.” It must have come out slightly frustrated because he chuckled again.
“If you disobey, I’ll make it harder to earn an orgasm. If you forget to text me about your schedule and things like that, I’ll take away an orgasm at the very least. If it continues, then we will discuss other, stronger punishments.” The deliberate vagueness sent a shot of fear and desire through me.
“Do you understand the rules, boy?” Stuart’s tone was confident and said we both knew I understood and wanted to obey.
He was right.
“Yes, Master. I understand the rules.” I shivered as he ran a finger around my ear. “I’ll be good.”
“I know you will.” The slow caress of his finger moved to my jaw and over my lips. “You’re going to work very hard at pleasing me.”
I gave the faintest nod because I really couldn’t move my head any more than that and words were getting to be too difficult.
Stuart seemed to understand because he kept speaking and didn’t make me answer. “You’re going to do your best, but I want you to understand that if you disobey or fail, that won’t make me walk away.”
Forcing the air in my lungs in and out in a slow, steady manner was all I seemed to be able to manage, so I gave him another nod.
“I’ll punish you and I’ll make sure you understand why you’re being punished, but that won’t change how I see you or our relationship.” He trailed his finger down my neck again, tracing over the invisible collar I wanted to feel there so desperately.
When he let his fingers caress down into the V of my shirt before going back up, I almost couldn’t breathe. His words didn’t make it any easier either. “You’re going to end up eventually being punished and there will be times you’re rewarded for being good, but being accidentally disobedient or even deliberately naughty will not change anything about us.”
He paused, then tilted my face up. “Open your eyes, boy.”
When I obeyed, he studied my face. “Do you understand me? Tell me what I said.”
Answering was one of the hardest things I’d ever had to do.
I had to take several breaths before the words would come out. “Being…being a brat won’t chase you away.”
It seemed like it would be an impossible promise from anyone else, but not from Stuart.
Taking another deep breath as he held me still with his hands and pinned me with his gaze, I continued. “You won’t leave if I’m not good enough or if I fail.”
