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restraining them side by side on two tables. He’d blindfold them, lock them down so they couldn’t move, but when he restrained their arms, he’d cuff their nearer wrists together so they could hold hands. As he enjoyed every inch of their different textures, scents, curves, softness and hardness, he’d watch their grip on each other tighten, scrape, caress and claw.
“You know what I am, right, Chris? Know the things I like?”
“Yeah.” Chris’s face was like carved marble, all those expressive emotions in compelling stasis.
“Anything you can’t do, you just say, okay? Show me you understand.” Geoff nudged him. “And breathe. You stopped.”
Chris’s lips tugged in a rueful smile and Geoff passed his thumb over them. Chris’s eyes went deep gold and Geoff had to force himself to take his touch away. “Stay still,” he ordered. “Like when you were watching that coyote and her kits in the Smiths’ yard last month. Remember that? You said you didn’t move for fifteen minutes, not wanting to spook her.”
In this case, Chris was the animal Geoff didn’t want to send crashing away into the forest, or charging him with teeth bared. Geoff molded his palm over the rounded expanse of his shoulder. The damn thing was the size of a large grapefruit. From there he drifted to his biceps, which were contracting then releasing. A glance down showed Chris was flexing his hand in a fist, nerves and tension.
“I want to try something. You’ll be able to get out of it if you really want to.” Geoff straightened and moved behind him. He didn’t intend to take a detour from his plan, but when he trailed his hand along Chris’s shoulder, he had to buryhis fingers in the dark, thick hair for a blissful moment. Hunger overcame him and he pulled on it so Chris’s head dropped back on his shoulders. The unwitting submissive response sent a hard shot of longing through him that tightened his fingers further. He saw the muscle in Chris’s jaw flex, and his brown eyes were back to fire again.
Geoff forced himself to release him and stepped back, out of range of Chris’s sight. The hot-as-hell view of him sitting bare-assed on his heels had only gotten better. When he dropped his head forward again, the layers of muscles down his back and in his tight buttocks flexed. Geoff wasn’t sure where to start, because he wanted to start everywhere.
Picking up the belt again, he threaded the tongue through the buckle. As he knelt behind Chris, Chris’s head turned, chin tucked toward his shoulder to watch what Geoff was doing. Geoff slid the loop over one of Chris’s hands, tightened it on his wrist. Then he reached for the other. Chris quivered, one hard shudder that made Geoff pause, his own heart thudding up high in his throat. He carefully closed his hand on the free wrist, brought it behind Chris’s back and worked the belt end around both of them. A belt was a good beginning restraint, because if secured loosely around both wrists, a person could work their way out of it, since it was too thick and rigid to be an unshakable binding. But if someone needed the sense of being restrained to let other things go, it was an optimal choice.
“I’m thinking maybe you did fantasize about us, but you didn’t give yourself pictures. You didn’t shine any light on it. Close your eyes, Chris.”
Chris’s lips set in a firm line as he stared at the wall, his fingers twitching under Geoff’s grip. Geoff tilted his head enough to see his eyes were still open. Submissives were all different. Chris wasn’t at Sam’s level, plus he had some intriguing switch qualities. Yet he had desires and needs that Geoff’s instincts recognized. He reacted accordingly.
“Close them, you hardheaded bastard,” he said, tone as silky as a glide up Chris’s cock, which was still sitting up high and mouthwateringly tight between his legs. “Else I’ll blindfold you with my shirt.”
Chris’s lips twisted, but he complied, eyes
“You know what I am, right, Chris? Know the things I like?”
“Yeah.” Chris’s face was like carved marble, all those expressive emotions in compelling stasis.
“Anything you can’t do, you just say, okay? Show me you understand.” Geoff nudged him. “And breathe. You stopped.”
Chris’s lips tugged in a rueful smile and Geoff passed his thumb over them. Chris’s eyes went deep gold and Geoff had to force himself to take his touch away. “Stay still,” he ordered. “Like when you were watching that coyote and her kits in the Smiths’ yard last month. Remember that? You said you didn’t move for fifteen minutes, not wanting to spook her.”
In this case, Chris was the animal Geoff didn’t want to send crashing away into the forest, or charging him with teeth bared. Geoff molded his palm over the rounded expanse of his shoulder. The damn thing was the size of a large grapefruit. From there he drifted to his biceps, which were contracting then releasing. A glance down showed Chris was flexing his hand in a fist, nerves and tension.
“I want to try something. You’ll be able to get out of it if you really want to.” Geoff straightened and moved behind him. He didn’t intend to take a detour from his plan, but when he trailed his hand along Chris’s shoulder, he had to buryhis fingers in the dark, thick hair for a blissful moment. Hunger overcame him and he pulled on it so Chris’s head dropped back on his shoulders. The unwitting submissive response sent a hard shot of longing through him that tightened his fingers further. He saw the muscle in Chris’s jaw flex, and his brown eyes were back to fire again.
Geoff forced himself to release him and stepped back, out of range of Chris’s sight. The hot-as-hell view of him sitting bare-assed on his heels had only gotten better. When he dropped his head forward again, the layers of muscles down his back and in his tight buttocks flexed. Geoff wasn’t sure where to start, because he wanted to start everywhere.
Picking up the belt again, he threaded the tongue through the buckle. As he knelt behind Chris, Chris’s head turned, chin tucked toward his shoulder to watch what Geoff was doing. Geoff slid the loop over one of Chris’s hands, tightened it on his wrist. Then he reached for the other. Chris quivered, one hard shudder that made Geoff pause, his own heart thudding up high in his throat. He carefully closed his hand on the free wrist, brought it behind Chris’s back and worked the belt end around both of them. A belt was a good beginning restraint, because if secured loosely around both wrists, a person could work their way out of it, since it was too thick and rigid to be an unshakable binding. But if someone needed the sense of being restrained to let other things go, it was an optimal choice.
“I’m thinking maybe you did fantasize about us, but you didn’t give yourself pictures. You didn’t shine any light on it. Close your eyes, Chris.”
Chris’s lips set in a firm line as he stared at the wall, his fingers twitching under Geoff’s grip. Geoff tilted his head enough to see his eyes were still open. Submissives were all different. Chris wasn’t at Sam’s level, plus he had some intriguing switch qualities. Yet he had desires and needs that Geoff’s instincts recognized. He reacted accordingly.
“Close them, you hardheaded bastard,” he said, tone as silky as a glide up Chris’s cock, which was still sitting up high and mouthwateringly tight between his legs. “Else I’ll blindfold you with my shirt.”
Chris’s lips twisted, but he complied, eyes
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