Page 65 of Love & Other Drunken Mistakes
I give him a few minutes to adjust and to eat before returning to our earlier conversation. “So, when we were at Plug and Play, I noticed a few things caught your eye.”
At the mention of the sex shop, Alex’s breath hitches. His fork trembles slightly, frozen in the air as if he can’t decide whether or not it’s safe to continue eating.
“The bondage gear, of course.” He squirms under my steady gaze. The table blocks my view of his lap, but I can guess what state he’s in already. “You even seemed interested in the class. But you never answered my question. Do you want to tie me up?”
His mouth pinches and the restlessness calms enough for him to take a bite. “Not really.”
“So you want me to tie you up.”
He swallows roughly but doesn’t reply for a long moment. When I don’t say anything else, he admits, “I might have bought something else while we were shopping.”
My eyebrows arch in surprise. That’s not the answer I expected. “Something other than the training kit?” At his nod, I guess, “The teal pair of cuffs?”
The squirming returns and he closes his eyes, falling into the sensation as the toy no doubt pushes up against his prostate. “Two pairs. The dungeon master suggested I get a matching set.”
Thank you, dungeon master.They probably just wanted to make an extra sale, but I’m going to take full advantage of Alex’s new purchases. “There’s a lot I can do with two cuffs. One for each wrist to chain you to the bed, leave you helpless while I play with your nipples, your cock, your hole, whatever I want. Or I can bind each wrist to an ankle, force you to spread your legs open for me like a needy little slut. Maybe I won’t touch you at all. I’ll just watch you drip all over yourself.”
Alex’s fork drops to his plate with a clatter. He’s given up on eating, grabbing the table with one hand while the other disappears underneath.
“Hands where I can see them.”
He gazes at me pleadingly, like he’ll combust if I don’t allow him to touch himself.
“How many times can you come, Alex?”
The question seems to confuse him. “Once, I guess? I haven’t really tried to go for more.”
“So if you come now, that’ll end our fun, and we’ve barely begun.”
Alex doesn’t raise his hand yet. Does he want to challenge me? To see if I’ll force him? We haven’t gotten to that part of the conversation yet. He doesn’t really seem like a brat to me, so maybe the next thing we need to discuss are safe words.
“If you don’t like something I’m doing, you can say ‘red’,” I tell him gently. “If you’re unsure, you can say ‘yellow.’”
“And green for fuck me harder?” he guesses.
“Or you can just say that.” I take a sip of coffee, giving him time to decide what he’s going to do. Finally, he lifts his hand above the table. “Good boy.”
He squirms again in his seat. We both eat a few bites before I start again.
“We can play this game one of two ways. Option one: you get to come once. After that, we go about our days like normal. Go grocery shopping, do some work, watch a movie.”
“But I have the whole day off!” he protests.
“So you have incentive not to come.” I finish the last bite of my breakfast and push my plate aside. “Option two: I make you come over and over again, until I can’t get any more out of you.” I rest my chin in my hand. “Maybe that’s only once, maybe it’s five times.” Alex’s breath grows faster with each word. “Or maybe it’s twenty times.”
At this point, he’s not even trying to hide the way he’s rolling his hips, grinding himself against the chair to move the toy inside him. “Twenty sounds like a lot.”
“It is,” I agree. “But we’re not that young anymore, so you probably won’t get to twenty.” I lean toward him, lowering my voice. “Do you want to try?”
His teeth sink into his bottom lip. I expect him to choose option two, but then he forces himself to stillness and lifts his chin. “Option one. I can hold out.”
A slow smile spreads over my lips.Oh, this is going to be fun.
Chapter Twenty-Seven: Alex
Euan has never looked dangerous until this moment. There’s something in his smile that makes me think I’ll regret choosing option one.
Or really fucking love it.
