Page 120 of Innocent

Color flares high in his cheeks as he nods. “Whatever Sir wants me to do, please!”

I ease myself down a little, making him moan as he rocks his hips again and feels my body now giving him some traction.

“Don’t youdaregrind on me, boy. Not without permission. You know better than that.”

He whimpers but falls still under me.

“That’s better.Goooodboy,” I coo, kissing him. He voraciously kisses me back as he fists his hands and tugs on the restraints again.

One brain scrambled—check.

I spend the next thirty minutes teasing and edging him with my body, my mouth, my hands. I make him beg and swear and plead for release. This is giving me an excellent starting point in building our new dynamic. I don’t have to be able to overpower him if I can still downshift his brain into a sweet abyss where conscious thought ceases outside of sexual pleasure and physical pain.

I don’t even have to be that mean to him tonight. The addition of the bondage has done the work for me even better than I imagined it would.

Yeah, I envy him. I wish our positions were reversed, that it was me begging for release—the way I have countless times in the past—and himteasing me nearly to the point of insanity.

Or that it was Leo teasing me.

I sit up and rake my nails down his sides, hard enough to leave pink furrows behind as he growls at me.

Literallygrowls.

“What’s the matter, boy?” I lean in and bite down, hard, on the inside of his upper right thigh. “Someone horny?”

“Please make me come, Sir. I belong to you—I’ll do anything.”

“Anything, huh?” I lean in and nuzzle his nose with mine. “I’ll put the medium-sized butt plug in you after your shower tomorrow morning, and it stays in until lunch, when I will take it out of you at the office. That’s the offer.”

He freezes, staring at me, his eyes wide in near panic.

I wait him out. He knows he can safeword for this, because I’ll never interfere with his work.

Let’s see if he really trusts me as much as he says he does.

Between us, his hard cock is still twitching.

Soft snorts are the only sound beside the music as he breathes through his nose and contemplates what I’ve offered.

Elliot slowly licks his lips. “The alternative, Sir?”

I shrug. “I fuck your mouth, untie you, and we go to sleep. You can wait until next weekend to come, because you’re obviously not as horny as you claim to be.”

Which is a bluff. Let’s hope my poker face is a fraction as good as Leo’s. I think I have the voice down pat.

Let’s be clear—Elliot doesn’t masturbate. He hasn’t touched his cock to pleasure himself without permission in twelve years.

He’s a good boy. He won’t cheat and jerk off, no matter how horny he is.

That’s part of the tradeoff of what it is that we do with Leo.

It’s why I barely touched myself after I left. I mean, not totally why. Mostly it was because of grief. But, yeah, the few times I tried, it felt like I was…cheating, in a way.

So I know if I tell Elliot he’s not coming until next weekend, there will be no cheating.

“Not the largest one, Sir?”

I’m sure my smile is evil. “No, boy. Not the largest one. That’ll be some future time. I’m going to be sadistic, not an asshole. The second-smallest one.”