Chapter 2

Elias.

The energy between us was thick with anticipation. I walked slowly, with steady steps. My heart thumped in my chest. Excitement, fear, nervousness….

“You know how the rooms are divided?”

He nods.

“Ill need you to take the lead here.”

He steps forward and moves to the left. The couples segment. The right was for orgies and gangbangs. All rooms were ever opened unless they were occupied. That was clearly indicated by the red and green sign on the door.

“I believe you have something in mind you are expecting.” I say immediately we stepped in our room.

“Arent you the Dom. Aren't you supposed to figure it out.” my eyes meet his, a flash of mischief dances in his eyes.

“You know….” I wrap my finger on the hem of his jeans at the waist and pull him close. “I didn't take you for a brat.”

He smirks.“What,you expected me to shut up and take it like a good boy?”

“I was expecting just that but since you want to play games,I have to make you good. Fuck that brat out of you.”

His body shivers. “I bet you'll love that. You'll be a good boy for me.”

“If you make me….”

I nibble on his ear. “You bet you sweet ass I will.” I whisper. “But before that.” I take a step back. “Consent.”

He snorts. “I followed you here didn't I?"

“Yes you did. That's not enough though you need to agree to what we're going to do. I need you to fully consent.”

He places his palm across his chest. “I, a fully grown adult who willingly followed a younger guy to a den in a club, gave my full consent to be used however he sees fit.”

“Smart. Next, your limits. Both soft and hard.”

“Yes to bondage, impact play, breeding, choking, temperature play those are my spft limits. I want nothing to do with blood or electricity or bodily fluids. You can play with anything else in between.”

I nod in understanding. “We are going to need a safeword.”

‘Marshmellow.”

“Marshmellow, I repeat thoughtfully. “thats your safe word?” 

He nods.

“Words,boy.”

“Yes sir,”

“Good. one for slowing down?”

“That won't be necessary.”

“Okay. Now tell me…” I step into his space. “...What do you want to experience tonight?”

“All this talking is really killing the mood.”

I stopped just a few inches from him, my eyes fixated on him. 

“Give it another go.” I offer firmly,

“I don't want to be in charge.” he says in frustration. “For once I don't want to be the one in control. Take it all,sir.” he finishes the last words while bowing his head.

“Stip.” I ordered. 

He lets out a shaky breath and surprisingly he doesn't fight me on that one.

I watched as his fingers worked on the buttons of his shirt,his eyes fixated on the ground.

“Eyes on me.” I commanded as his fingers moved to his pants. He lets out a breath before lifting his gaze to mine. 

Slowly, he unbuckled his belt and pulled it down. As he unzipped his pants i asked him to leave his briefs on.

He pauses. 

“Talk to me.”

“I don't have my briefs on,sir.”

“Commando?”

He shakes his head.

“Use your words.”

“Im wearing panties.” Before I speak he starts rumbling. “ They're more comfortable and I have lots of briefs. It's only that….”

“Hey,hey,hey.” he stops. “Im not judging you and you dont have to explain anything to anyone, especially not me.”

He bites on his lower lips. 

“Take the jeans off and leave your panties on.”

He nods and completes the order.

“Now, kneel."I ordered.

He swiftly drops to his knees and claps both hands behind his back. I walk behind him and place a firm hand on his shoulder.

“If you want us to stop you'll say marshmallow.”

“I know how safe words work!” he snaps.

“I'm sure you do. And im sure you also know what that attitude finally gets you.” He doesn't reply to that but his body tenses up.

I move to the cabinet and take out our toys for the night. My mind paced quickly,mapping out our scene for the night. He needed to fly and I had to make sure he achieved that. Bondage,impact play,temperature play….i recall his soft limits.While laying them out slowly, his voice fills the room. “Are we going to start or what?”

I smile. “Patience gets you rewarded, now shut up before you get yourself a punishment.”

I walk back to him and wrap the silk blindfold around his eyes before slowly stroking his hair.

“How are you feeling?”

“Pretty nervous.”

“Why is that?”

“God,you talk so much.” I tighten my grip on his hair and lift his head. “Because I don't know what's going to happen. Without me seeing anything its-its hard to anticipate anything.”

I hum in response. “Anticipation helps in planning. I don't want you planning anything. You just have to relax and I will take care of everything. Your only job is to relax. All I need is your trust.”

“I trust you,sir.”

I smile. “Thank you for that. Now,” I hold his hand and place it on my thigh.

“Tap me three times if you need me to stop.”