Page 71 of Love By Design

“You swallowed all of it, didn’t you?” I asked, even though we both knew it was rhetorical. I tugged his lower lip before letting it go.

“Yes, Sir.”

“Did you even taste it, or did I come too deep for that?”

“Too deep,” he whispered.

“I’ll make sure to be more generous next time.”

Silas hummed. He moaned. “Thank you, Sir.”

Slowly, and only after making sure he could support his own weight, I extricated myself from him. He made a sad noise but held himself steady. I took a step back to study him, the pale flush on his chest, the smears of cum down his cock and his stomach, the way his mouth hung open like he wasdesperate for it to always be filled. He was truly a vision, like nothing I’d seen before or would ever see again.

Absentmindedly, I picked at the beginnings of a hangnail on my cuticle, catching my own breath while leaving him suspended in that post-orgasm haze of uncertainty.

“I want you to know you’ve made me a very happy man tonight,” I said, and I meant every word.

His slutty gaping mouth tipped upward into a smile. “Thank you, Sir.”

“I also want you to know I love the way that honorific sounds coming out of your mouth.”

A bigger smile.

“You look so beautiful on your knees, I want to keep you there.”

“Yes, please.”

“How’s the blindfold?” I asked.

“So good,” he murmured.

Fuck, hereallyliked it. Silas was a submissive down to the core of his being, and it was suddenly imperative to me that I figure out how to be enough for him. I’d never doubted my skill as a Dom before, but I’d also never played with a submissive like Silas.

There was no room to miss, no chances to make mistakes.

“I’m going to go wash up,” I said. “Don’t move.”

“Yes, Sir.”

He was so breathy, so obedient.

I watched him for another minute, then went into the bathroom. I stripped out of my clothes and turned on the shower, then quietly lingered in the doorway, leaning against the doorjamb to watch Silas. True to his word—and my command—he didn’t move. He barely even shifted, hardly breathed. The cuffs rattled once, but other than that, I watched in awe as Silas sank deeper and deeper into his submission.

When my own knees began to hurt, I went back to theshower and finally stepped under the spray. I rinsed myself quickly, only washing where necessary, then I turned off the water. I toweled off on my way back into the bedroom and still no movement. If the hitch in his breathing hadn’t given him away, I would have wondered if he’d fallen asleep like that. I came to a stop in front of him and dropped down into a squat so we were eye level, even if he didn’t know it.

“I want you to stay the night,” I said.

I want you to stay every night.

“I would like that.”

“I also want to talk to you about rules. Expectations.”

Silas swallowed, chin tilting up a little. His face chased after the sound of my voice like a sunflower followed the sun.

“I want you ready for me always,” I warned, pausing to make sure he understood what I meant. “You can take care of that before you come over or you can do it here upon your arrival.”

He nodded and whispered, “Yes, Sir.”