Page 27 of Bondage Play

Chapter Seven

Terry vibrated with excitement and nerves. The past month had been insane. He’d had to cancel their planned visit to his mom’s house for Thanksgiving because he hadn’t felt well enough to travel yet. She’d visited instead and fed them all.Me, Phil, Ellery, his date, Gerard, Marco and Marty.Terry had contributed to the meal and so had Phil, but his mom had been pretty pushy when it came to Terry taking it easy.

He’d also taken some time off work. The cable show was still on hiatus until the first of the year and his home studio had needed to be redone, along with broken equipment that had to be replaced. It didn’t help that the whole story, his and Phil’s names included, had been plastered all over the media.No hiding that whole BDSM thing now.Ironically, it hadn’t hurt client interest in the slightest. On the contrary, he suddenly had people clamoring for much more daring photos than had been requested in the past.

Not only was he all healed, but Gerard had hinted hewanted to speak with Phil about some sort of business venture, it was Phil’s birthday, and they werefinallygoing to get to enjoy the decadent evening they’d originally planned the night Terry had been attacked. He shuddered at the last thought. Phil had tried to keep from him some of the lurid details of the murder spree Joe and his accomplice, Norm, had been on—but the Internet had turned Phil’s attempts at shielding Terry from the drama into a pointless exercise.

Terry checked his reflection in the bedroom mirror. He was plugged, but the one Phil had used on him was the smaller one he sometimes made Terry wear during the day. It was manageable. Phil had explained that depending on what happened, he didn’t want to have to stop and prep him. Terry had also been made to endure several reminders that he could safeword at any time if he became too uncomfortable. The ‘Duh, I got it already,’ remark had just barely been contained before it had flown from his mouth. By the same token, he cherished how protective Phil was over him.

Fucking came bursting in there like my knight in shining armor.Terry wasn’t the only one who’d been hurt. Phil’s knuckles had been swollen and bruised for a couple of weeks, his lip had also been split open, and he’d had a swollen eye as well as several minor cuts from rolling around on the broken glass from the light bulbs and Terry’s glass desk that had been smashed.

“Mmm.” Phil walked into their bedroom and wrapped his arms around Terry’s waist from behind. They gazed at each other through the reflection in the mirror. “God, you’re hot. I could bend you over this dresser and fuck you right this second.” Phil straightened as he popped Terry on the ass. “But I won’t. Great things come to those who wait.”

“I’ll say.” Terry adjusted his swelling dick in his newleather pants with some difficulty. They were crushing the shit out of his junk, but Phil had assured him they’d loosen up with wear.

“Those look incredible, baby. I’m so turned on by you, so proud of your bravery tonight.”

Terry flushed. He was too busy being aroused to consider whether any bravery was involved. “I want this, Sir. I really do. But only with you.”

Phil entwined their fingers together. “Same here.”

Once Terry had spent another five minutes obsessing over if he looked okay, Phil shuffled him out the door and into the car. Terry’s teeth were clenched so hard on the drive there, he worried he might crack them. As they pulled up the long driveway of Gerard’s home, Terry let out a small moan before he could stop it. Phil parked the car then took Terry’s hand in both of his.

“Talk to me, baby.”

“I didn’t safeword.”

Phil sighed. “I realize that. But I was just checking to make sure—”

“Sir? No offense, but remember when we first came here, and you asked me if ordering me to do something was part of the kink?”

Phil chuckled. “Right. You need your boundaries pushed more than I’ve been doing lately.”

“Yeah.” Terry covered their joined hands with his other one. “I’ll forever be indebted to you for what you did that night, for how you risked yourself to save me. I hadn’t thought it was possible to love you even more than I already did, but you proved me wrong when you protected me from those murdering freaks. But I don’t want to think about them anymore. I only want to think about us.”

Phil gazed into his eyes, the hint of a smile on his lips. “You’re right.” He placed a quick kiss on Terry’s mouth then straightened. “So, you’d better do what I say tonight or you’re going to regret it. Understand?” Phil’s tone was firm and the sound went straight to Terry’s dick.

“Yes, Sir. I understand.” He didn’t imagine that grinning as he answered would go over so well.

Once they were out of the car and headed to the front door, they were on high protocol and Terry fell into step behind Phil. Before Phil even had the chance to knock, the door swung open, light from the inside streaming out onto the path leading up to the entrance.

Terry held in a groan at the sound of Marty’s voice. It was the first time he’d seen him, or been in his proximity since the night they first met.

“Welcome, Master Phil and Terry.”

“Hello, Marty.” A hint of amusement tinged Phil’s voice. “Or is it Master?”

“Eventually. Working on it.”

“Terry?”

“Yes, Sir?”

“Respond to Marty’s greeting.”

Terry cleared his throat. “Yes, Sir. Hello, Marty.”

“He won’t bite, baby. He’s not allowed to.”