Page 12 of Bondage Play

“I agree. If he’ll meet with us privately, then I’m sure Terry will go along with it. He’s pretty anxious to figure this out too.”

Since Phil wasn’t working, he’d been driving Terry to and from the studio, sometimes using the excuse that he was meeting with various contacts as a reason to stick around. He’d also been working with Terry on his organizational skills. Terry was now required to get his photography equipment and anything else he needed for his workday prepared the night before. Rearranging all the cupboards in the kitchen, the clothes in the drawers and closets and alphabetizing the CDs and DVDs had driven the point home rather emphatically. Phil chuckled at the thought. Terry had glared at him all day, butPhil had rewarded him with an enthusiastic spanking and a good fucking. Terry had gone to bed that night happily sore and melted.

“Hey.” Eric’s voice brought Phil out of his musings. “So, we’re good for me to give Gerard your number?”

“Yeah, sure. That’d be fine.” Phil checked the time. He had to go get Terry soon. “And thanks again, this really, really helped.”

“Wonderful. Then do something special for him. You said he loves it when you take charge, control him. Have you guys done any new scenes lately? Pushed his boundaries at all?”

Phil grimaced. He’d been so focused on his own worry and stress, he hadn’t thought to do anything beyond punishing his sub. “No, I haven’t. Good reminder.”

“Then I’ll leave you to it. Call anytime. Oh, and I plan to make it out your way early next year before it gets too hot in that glorified desert you’re living in. I’ll be seeing Gerard, of course, but maybe we can all get together.”

“I’d love that. Keep me posted.”

“I will.”

After Phil hung up, he relaxed against the couch and considered Eric’s suggestion about staging a scene with Terry.Control.Terry had added a few more soft limits to their list, and they’d already shared some light activities that Terry had quickly embraced quickly.

Phil nodded.Control it is.

Chapter Four

Terry stood at the tiled counter of their kitchen and tore some red leaf lettuce pieces from a stalk and added them to the romaine he’d already thrown into the large wooden salad bowl. Since he was working long hours at the studio, plus still taking private clients on off hours, Phil had taken over the majority of the meal preparation. Terry readied the salads or helped Phil chop vegetables. He felt like he was taking a step backward in their D/s relationship, but he was committed to trusting in Phil to make the best decisions, so it was important he prove that by his actions.

Phil sauntered in then went to the oven. He pulled the door open, taking a peek at the stuffed chicken breasts he’d placed in there about forty-five minutes earlier. After he closed the door again, he glanced up at Terry and winked.

“I’ll check it with the thermometer in another five. Salad about done?”

“Almost.” Terry wrapped up the remainder of the red lettuce and put it aside. He grabbed the scallions he’d already washed and began to slice them up. “So…” Terry attempted to keep his tone light instead of sounding like a nervous wreck. “We’re getting together with Gerard and Marco tomorrow night?”

“MasterGerard. And yes, we are.” Phil approached him then ran his hand up and down Terry’s back, instantly soothing him. “If you’re still okay with it. But as I said before, I believe this is important to help you feel safer, and for me to stop worrying about this Anson character, plus whoever his supposed Master is.”

“I know, you’re right. But I don’t want to embarrass you. They’re both so…you know…experienced.”

Phil wrapped his fingers around Terry’s nape and squeezed. “Baby, stop it. Nobody cares about you being a newbie. Gerard is aware of our situation. Hell, to him, I’m a newbie Dom. The only reason we were allowed to stage such an intense scene at Gerard’s place was because Eric vouched for me.”

Terry sprinkled the bits of scallion over the lettuce. “Okay. Now if you can simply remind me of that a minimum of twenty more times before we go over there tomorrow, I should be fine.”

Phil’s grip remained firm on the back of Terry’s neck. “I think you could use some play tonight. How’s your leg, your elbow?”

As tempting as it was to slough off Phil’s concerns as being silly, Terry wouldn’t do that to him.To me.The truth was, he was beginning to truly embrace his needs, and Phil’s attention was a big part of his desire to submit.

“I’m actually doing really well. My elbow has healed, and my leg hasn’t bothered me at all for a couple days now.”And I’m over the fragile handling. Where was his rough, dominating lover?

Phil grinned. “Perfect. I know I’ve been dying for a scene,been anxious to push you, do things to you we haven’t done yet.”

Sure enough, Phil’s words went straight to Terry’s cock. Phil had fucked him good a few nights before, had given him an incredible spanking. But most of their kink had taken a back seat to all their other concerns as of late.

“Yeah?”Jesus, already I’m out of breath at the mere mention of a scene. Oh yeah, it was clear to him he was made for the BDSM lifestyle. He didn’t need Phil to tell him that anymore. “Like what?”

Phil nibbled at his ear while squeezing his neck some more. His heated breath made the fine hairs on Terry’s upper back and shoulders stand on end. Terry shivered.

“Maybe I’ll surprise you. But I’ll tell you this much. After dinner, we’ll take a short walk, give us a chance to digest, and then I’d recommend you do some light stretches.”

Holy shit.“Will there be lots of running around?”

Phil chuckled. “No baby. There won’t be much movement at all.”