Page 17 of Bondage Play

“Oh, shi…uh, I mean—” He gasped as Phil licked up the sticky moisture gathering on the head of Terry’s cock.

“Please, Sir…” Terry attempted to control his breathing. Even if begging didn’t typically work with Phil, he was a desperate man. “It was the plug. I didn’t mean it.”

“The plug was swearing?” Phil said it with a hint of amusement and again Terry wanted to scream.

“Sir. No joke. I wasn’t expecting it to slam into my gland like that. This is all new territory.” Terry pleaded with his eyes. “Hall pass?”

Phil gazed down on him. “Do you know what to expect now?”

“Uh, you mean from the enormous metal thing you have stuffed up my ass?”

Phil’s eyes narrowed. “Snarkiness counts as much as swearing.”

“Okay, okay. For real. Yes, I know what to expect with the plug, but it’s a big, fat no on everything else.”

“Then you’ll have to trust me, won’t you?”

The sincerity in Phil’s eyes was clear. His Master was in charge and he wouldn’t let him fall.

Terry let out a sigh. “Yes. I will.”

Phil leaned over and placed a soft kiss on his forehead. “That’s my good baby.” He straightened. “Hall pass. But no more swearing or back-talking going forward.”

“Yes, Sir. Thank you, Sir.”

Terry went back to his breathing. The urge to obsess over the whole TV remark was making him nuts, so he ran the names of his favorite movies through his head as a distraction. He’d made it to theHobbittrilogy when Phil reappeared in his vision. Terry frowned, more confused than ever. The leather gear was gone and had been replaced with a T-shirt and sweats. Phil smiled down at him, then placed a hand behind his head to help raise him more upright. He held a glass of juice to Terry’s lips.

“This is a fresh orange and mango juice I pressed earlier today.”

The first taste of the slightly sweet liquid mixed with tart burst on his tongue, and he had to control the desire to gulp it down. It was damn good.

Phil took the glass away when Terry had finished half. “More?”

Terry nodded. “Please. It’s awesome.”

Phil grinned. “Thank you.”

Once Terry had finished, Phil set the glass on the nightstand before climbing into bed with him. He picked up the remote and pointed it at the TV mounted on the wall across from the bed.

“Let me know if you get hungry or thirsty, if you need to use the bathroom.” Phil said it off-handedly as he flipped through the Netflix selections. “Action,comedy, or…?”

“I, uh…”

He didn’t want to safeword over a movie selection, but he was thoroughly confused, and Philknewhow much Terry hated not knowing what was going on.

Phil glanced at him. “Thoughts?”

“Matches.”

Phil set down the remote. “Talk to me, baby.”

“I don’t understand what’s going on.”

Phil nodded. “Okay. Why do you feel you need to?”

Terry tried not to huff. “Because, I told you already. I start wondering about it, get really worked up and can’t think about anything else.”

“What has you so concerned about what we’re doing right now?”