Page 83 of The Pretender

It’s hard to take my eyes off him, but I drag myself away and close the bathroom door behind me. I’ll take a quick shower which should give him plenty of time to do whatever it is he has planned.

While the water heats and I peel out of my clothes, I replay the last few weeks of living with Deo and his family. This level of forced intimacy should still be awkward at this stage, but it’s the complete opposite. It’s so normal and just… right. He fits me like a favorite sweater. In a different life, we could’ve been the loves of each other’s lives. That knowledge makes the inevitable parting sting even more.

I wash quickly and step out, taking my time to dry off and brush my teeth quickly. Then I crack the door. “Can I come out?”

“Yes.”

Opening the door, I’m not sure what I was expecting, but it wasn’t Deo sitting on the edge of the bed fully clothed. He pats the mattress. “Come over here.”

“What are you up to?”

“Trust, remember? Lie down, please. Make yourself comfortable. You’re gonna be here a while.”

My stomach flutters with excitement. “Yes, sir.”

“Ooh, that has a nice ring to it. What should I call you?” He taps his temple, looking deep in thought. “I’ll come up with something worthy.”

Taking my position on the bed, I settle in the middle, my cock already swelling with anticipation. “Is naked okay, sir?”

“Absolutely. It’s perfect, in fact. I don’t want to ruin any of your pretty things.”

“Speaking of pretty things…”

He raises an eyebrow. “Yes?”

“You, Deo. Prettiest thing I’ve ever seen.”

“Sweet talker.”

“I mean it.”

“I know. Now be a good boy and put your arms above your head.”

“What?”

“You heard me.”

Though the temptation to resist is there, the curiosity about what he has planned is stronger, so I obediently raise my arms.

Deo smiles proudly as he leans over to open the nightstand. He pulls out two silk ribbons, which relaxes me incredibly. I was worried handcuffs were coming.

“Now I’m going to tie these loosely. It’s the spirit of restraint, you understand?”

I nod. “Yes.”

“And if you break free, all the fun stops. Got it?”

My cock twitches violently, making my breath hitch. “Got it.”

Deo works on securing my wrists, tightening the ribbons just enough to make their presence known. Then he proceeds to slide a thick rubber band around the base of my cock. Oh fuck. I immediately swell in his grasp, but the cock ring keeps things at bay.

“Can I ask a question, sir?”

Deo tilts his head. “Of course.”

“Are you about to fulfill a fantasy of mine?”

“Wouldn’t you like to know.”