Page 1 of Bondage Play

Chapter One

“Yes…”

Terry whispered against Phil’s ear as he twisted and writhed beneath him. Phil had shoved his hand between their naked bodies, wrapping his fingers around their hard, heated lengths as he stroked them ever-closer to what Terry knew would be an explosive climax. Phil grunted above him, his movements becoming erratic, his face twisted in a grimace of pleasure.

“Terry!”

Phil cried out then growled through his orgasm, pushing Terry over the edge with him. It wasn’t until he’d finished pulsing cum into Phil’s hand, mixing his own seed with his Master’s, that he realized how harshly he’d been digging his fingers into the muscled flesh of Phil’s shoulders.

After one more small thrust, Phil collapsed on top of him. The weight of his Master’s body was welcome—needed really. Being in Phil’s care was a revelation after their original relationship had faltered then broken off.

When he wasn’t a Master.

He nuzzled into the crook of Phil’s neck and inhaled the scent of the man he loved so much he didn’t know how he’d survived the three long years they’d been apart. He’d forever be grateful to Master Eric who’d led Phil into the world of BDSM, the one who’d trained him and shown Phil what it meant to be a true Master. By the time Phil had returned from Toronto where he’d been producing a cable TV series, he’d no longer been the self-involved jerk who’d abruptly left without taking Terry’s feelings into consideration.

And now, I’m his sub.

Terry’s surprise at Phil’s grand BDSM revelation had been off the charts. Terry’s limited knowledge of the lifestyle had led him to believe that Phil would want to steal his power from him, push him around the way he’d done before. But as he continued to learn, to grasp what it truly meant to be in a D/s relationship, his love and happiness grew. He’d been unsure and nervous at first, still wasn’t ready to be full-time yet, but the six weeks they’d been working on it as a couple had brought him nearer to the belief that they’d be 24/7 sooner, rather than later.

Especially after the other night. Holy shit, that was hot.

While he could concede that the CNC role play was not for everyone in a D/s relationship—or any BDSM one for that matter—it had taken an enormous amount of trust between them to make it as successful as it’d been. To him, that was a good indicator that they could exist in a mutually satisfying D/s relationship.

“I’m crushing you, baby, sorry.” Phil’s gravelly voice rumbled against Terry’s temple as he raised onto his elbows. He gazed down at Terry with the hint of a smile. Phil pressed his lips to Terry’s mouth once, then two more times. “I love you.”

“I love you too, Sir.”

Phil adjusted his weight to one side then lifted his cleanhand to brush Terry’s hair back. “Are you ready to talk about our scene at Gerard’s?”

It had been a week since Phil had played the role of Terry’s rapist at the private home club run by Master Gerard. As far as Terry was concerned, there wasn’t anything else to talk about. It’d been Terry’s fantasy, his idea in the first place, and he’d already assured Phil that he’d enjoyed every damn minute of it. Then Phil had insisted Terry take some time to let it settle before they went over what feelings might have been brought up because of the intense nature of the scene. It seemed silly to rehash everything, but Phil was the Master, so he’d behave.

Pick my battles.

“Tomorrow?” Terry yawned for effect. He wasn’t in the mood to disrupt their afterglow.

Phil nodded. “That’s fine. Tonight isn’t the best time anyway since it’s late and we both have to be out of the house early.”

Phil kissed his neck, nibbling a bit on his skin.Fucking love it when he does that.Terry squirmed, their softened dicks nestled nicely between them. His cock twitched in interest.

“I wouldn’t count on it.” Phil groaned. “As much as I’d like to start up again, I’m too tired and too old to make that happen.”

Terry smacked Phil’s arm.

Phil lifted his head, arching his eyebrows. “Was that a request for a spanking?”

“No.” Terry frowned. “It was an admonishment. You’re not even forty yet. That’s hardly old.”

“I’ll officially be forty in about six weeks, so it’s close enough.” He chuckled. “A big part of it is exhaustion, though.” He caressed Terry’s hair back again, the gesture soothing. “I can remember what it was like when I was your age. I couldwork hours on end, go out to the clubs then get up after very little or no sleep and do it all over again.”

Terry snorted. “Then you had more energy than I’ve ever had. I need my eight hours.” Terry lightly stroked Phil’s arm. He wasn’t trying to get them going again, he merely enjoyed the closeness. He’d been lonely for so long before Phil had returned. “Plus, I’m pushing thirty.” Terry grinned.

“Funny. You’ve got two years to go compared to my six weeks. Not the same.”

Terry had been kidding, but it occurred to him that maybe Phil was self-conscious about their age gap.Masters can have worries, too.When they’d been preparing for their scene, Terry hadn’t taken into consideration how Phil might feel about forcing Terry, even if it was consensual. It wasn’t until Phil had confessed that he’d been worried about why he was as turned on by the CNC fantasy as Terry, that Terry had realized how much Phil cared about them as a couple.

“I think you’re amazing, Sir. I don’t give a…darn about our ages.”

“Hmm.” Phil pressed his lips together before continuing. “I suppose I sounded a bit insecure just then.”