Page 66 of Guardian
“You’re due a punishment for leaving without permission.You’re still on my time.If you take it like a good boy, we’ll go and get your cat.”
A crease divides the center of his forehead.“It won’t take all night again, will it?”
Is that really his only concern?Jesus.
“It won’t.”
“Fine.”He raises his chin, marching inside as if he’s on a mission.I suppose he is.“Naked on your bed again?Should I go ahead and starfish so you can tie me down?”
The ground moves under my feet, threatening to pitch me into the stairs.Goddammit, this kid’s going to be the death of me.“If you think you can behave yourself, I don’t need to tie you down.”
His amber eyes flash.“I don’t know, Daddy.I’m not so good at behaving.”
Fucking kill me now.
“Go.”
For a few seconds I indulge in the sight of him marching up the stairs, his pert ass bouncing under a loose pair of shorts he must have thrown on before heading out.Then I detour into my playroom to gather a few things, including the last remaining shred of my sanity.
When I walk into the bedroom, he’s on his hands and knees.The full moon of his ass hits me right in the face.His uncut cock is hard already, hanging heavily between his legs.
“You don’t have to stay in that position,” I tell him.“We could be here a while.”
He flips onto his back.“You said it wouldn’t be all night.”
“That’s right, I did.Given that it’s still pretty early in the morning, that would be a long-ass time.But I don’t intend to make this easy on you, and you’re going to want to be in a more comfortable position.”
“You also said you’d tie me up if I couldn’t promise to behave.”
Now I have a dilemma.He’s leading me, and I generally can’t stand subs who try to top from the bottom.I also really fucking love seeing Ravi tied to my bed.
Holding his defiant gaze, I slip the loops over his wrists and tighten them slightly.“I’ll leave your legs free this time.You’ll probably need to move them around.”
The best place for this would be in my garage.There’s a padded bench made for exactly this sort of thing.I could drape him over it and have easy access.It’s effortless to picture him in there, surrounded by my toy collection and the scent of polished wood.Taking him in there, though, is crossing a threshold neither of us is quite ready for.Not yet.
Each boundary I’ve set with Ravi has wound up being one I eventually smashed through or jumped right over.A voice in my head tells me I might as well give in.Sounds an awful lot like my old buddy Merrick, but he died the night I “earned” Ravi’s auction money.
Still, there’s a certain sort of person I have in my workroom, and Ravi’s not one of them.They’re temporary.Faceless.I don’t want Ravi to be faceless or temporary to anyone.
Not even me.
“You might want to put your legs flat on the bed for now,” I tell him.“You’ll be doing a lot of squirming in a minute.Rest now, while you can.”
When he wants to, Ravi complies so fucking beautifully.
“Good.Remind me of your safe word, kid.”
It’s a little sick, the way calling him kid when he’s naked and spread out for me gets me so fucking hard.
Especially when I’ve never been more aware that he’s nothing of the sort.
“I don’t need a safe word.I’m not going to use it, Sir.”He presses his lips together at the end of the sentence, as if he refuses to say anything more.
“The sooner you tell me, the sooner we can start.”
“Fine.Red.My safe word is red.”
“You remember the rules.”
