I took a chance with you.” Ryan smiled at him, and Bradley’s heart felt like it stopped. “The manager’s special is two pieces of grilled chicken, green beans, and an ear of corn off the grill. Do you dislike any of those?”
“No. They’re all fine. I just want to make sure I know the rules,” Bradley said, resting his elbows lightly on the table in front of them.
Ryan sipped on his water. “What do you want to get out of this relationship?”
That was an easy question. “You of course. I want to be yours.” Bradley had thought of little else in months. It had saturated his art, his sleep. Everything had been touched with Ryan.
“What do you want for you? What do you crave? Hmm, I’m coming at this from the wrong angle. How about this, tell me your fantasies. I need to see you,” Ryan said. Heat flooded Bradley’s cheeks. He couldn’t say those out loud in a restaurant. “Imagine it’s just you and me in a hotel somewhere. Kira isn’t going to care what we say. She’s a pack Dominant and has heard it all. Trust me. Tell me about what you thought about in the months since we met.”
Bradley sipped on his water, stalling. “I don’t know. I guess I’ve been thinking a lot about”—he lowered his voice and glanced around before he continued—“you know, sex and stuff. It’s normal to think about the person you like that way though.”
Ryan nodded. “Yes. Of course it is. Be more specific. Tell me your most potent fantasy, the thing that gets you off fastest.”
If he thought Bradley could say that out loud, he was out of his mind. “I can’t.”
“You can. You’re embarrassed to, but sometimes things in the lifestyle will expose you in ways that leave you vulnerable to me. It breaks you down into your most primal form. You like the idea of being tied up?” Bradley nodded. “Spanked?” He hesitated a bare second before he nodded. He’d liked it the one time he’d had it before. “Those are the things people who aren’t in the lifestyle understand about it. It’s more than that, Bradley.”
“I want to learn,” Bradley said stubbornly. He wished Ryan would stop lecturing and start teaching him.
“That’s the first step, but obedience is the second. Do you agree that you’re giving power over to me as your Dominant?”
“Yes.” “Sir” was on the tip of his tongue, but he held it back at the last second, startled at where the impulse came from. He felt himself slipping into a place of safety and warmth. Ryan had cast a line and was reeling him in by slow degrees.
“Then you need to trust me and obey me. Given my weirdness around you, the trust will take time. But it will come as we get more comfortable with one another. There will come a time when my will is as important as your own.” Something about the way Ryan said it made Bradley sit up and pay attention. His cock swelled behind his zipper. He liked that idea. He liked the idea of being that close to the wolf. Ryan lowered his voice to a rumbled purr. “And when that day comes, your pleasure will become as important as my own.”
Bradley swallowed. “I want that.”
“Then tell me your fantasy, boy,” Ryan commanded.
“We’re outside. Running,” Bradley began, swallowing hard. His pulse rate kicked up as the image came to the forefront of his mind. “You’re chasing me, and I know if you catch me I’m in trouble. I’m running as fast as I can, but I want you to catch me.” He glanced at Ryan, who gave a nod of encouragement. “You catch up and tackle me to the ground.” He pressed the heel of his palm against the now painful swell of his erection. “We wrestle for the top position, and you push me to the ground and…” He panted, unsure if he needed to continue.
“Keep going,” Ryan growled. It seemed like he wasn’t the only one affected. The fact that Ryan was turned on by his fantasy made Bradley’s balls draw up tight to his body.
“You tell me not to come until you say so, and
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