Page 4 of Pain Play

“Sit down, baby. I want to go over a couple things first.”

“Oh.” Terry glanced down at his half-undone pants, the front of his shirt already yanked out while the rest remained stuffed in his waistband. “Sure. We’re not going to talk about stuff tomorrow then?” He’d been looking forward to diving straight into some kinky fun and saving all the discussion for the next day.

Phil had his lips pressed together as if were trying to hold in a laugh, and he patted the spot next to him on the side of the bed. Terry realized right away what he’d done.Man, this is gonna take some getting used to.He’d gotten into the habitof behaving one way with Phil when they were in a scene and another way when they weren’t. Questioning Phil, his Master— unless he needed to safeword—wasn’t being submissive.

Terry sat down, but lowered his head, his cheeks heating. “Sorry, Master. I forgot about the whole thing of it being all scenes, all the time.” He regarded Phil. “Off to a great start, aren’t I?”

Phil placed an arm around his waist and pulled him closer. “I think you’re off to an incredible start. You spoke up for what you wanted, even though I’m guessing you still have so many questions and fears. I commend your bravery.”

“Yeah?” Terry arched his eyebrows. “That’s nice of you to say, I mean it.”

Phil let out a satisfied sigh, still beaming at him the way he’d been doing as soon as Terry had made his announcement. “So, let me answer you as well as remind you that it’s all a journey and this isn’t about you being ‘wrong’. It’s about us, about our life and the love we share.”

Terry nodded. “I know, I get it. That’s what finally resonated with me. But thanks for saying it out loud again.” Terry nudged Phil’s shoulder with his own. “I might need to hear it a thousand more times as we go along.”

Phil chuckled as he squeezed his waist, then pressed his lips to Terry’s temple. “Whatever you need so you feel safe and secure, baby. That’s what I’m here for. Now, regarding tonight, I’d actually already had something in mind before your startling—yet wonderful—decision.”

“Oh?” Terry arched his eyebrows. They’d been keeping to the same things on Terry’s limited ‘yes’ list ever since the episode with Anson and the goons who’d almost kidnapped him. He loved how careful Phil was with him, but at the same time, now that he was ready to go all in, he ached to try something new. “Do I get a hint?”

Phil chuckled. “More than. It involves a few of your soft limits regarding pain play.”

“A few?” Terry unconsciously licked his lips. As soon as Phil’s eyebrows darted up, it occurred to him what he’d done. “Am I allowed to know which ones?”

Phil took one of his hands then sandwiched it between his own. “Trying any of your soft limits on you without discussion isn’t something I’d ever do. Of course you can know. And if anything is still a limit, no further explanation is needed, just safeword and everything stops, all right?”

“Okay, cool.” Terry shifted on the bed, his dick perking up at the thought of Phil getting rough with him again, maybe trying some of the things Terry had seen online or at Gerard’s place.

Phil kissed his palm before continuing. “I went through my trunk of goodies while you were in your studio, and I pulled a few items out. But I’d rather show you what I’d like us to try tonight rather than simply describing them to you.”

“Sure. Sounds good.”

Terry wanted to slow his racing heart, but he doubted it was possible. His breathing had picked up and the heat blooming under his skin had to be visible to Phil’s eyes.I’m already into this pain thing and he hasn’t even done anything yet.Phil tilted his head as he considered him, a slight crease between his eyebrows. The corner of Phil’s mouth twitched.

“I sense we’re headed in the right direction.”

Phil winked, then rose from the bed. He traveled across the large bedroom to their shared wall closet where he slid one of the three wooden door panels open, exposing his side of the space. His trunk took up the floor of that section, so Phil only hung his shirts above it, with the rest of his clothing occupying the middle. Terry wasn’t the clothes hound, or in need of as many suits as Phil was, so his third of the closet was more thanadequate. Before Phil had moved in, it had remained half-full with extra camera equipment stuffed in the empty areas.

Instead of digging in the trunk, Phil reached up to the shelf above the rod then retrieved what Terry was sure was a flogger, along with a couple other items.Fuck yeah.Even if he hadn’t reached the conclusion he was ready to move forward into fulltime submission, he’d been about to tell Phil he wanted to try the flogger anyway. Phil turned, then approached him. He lay down the implements he’d chosen on the duvet next to Terry.

Terry sucked in a sharp breath as he gazed at Phil’s playthings.Our playthings now?His cock had begun hardening the moment he’d spied the flogger, but the sight of the red, rectangular wooden paddle, the black silk blindfold and the nipple clamps had jacked his cock right into a throbbing agony.

“Holy shit.”

Phil coughed loudly. Terry jerked up his head to see him frowning with his arms crossed.

“I don’t want to begin our session with reprimands. I’d rather clamp and whip you into a state of bliss.”

“Wha…?” Terry considered what had just happened then almost burst out with another expletive or two. “Sorry. You know me and surprises.” He tried as sincere a grin as he could muster.

Phil leaned down, cupped his chin then took a short, but deep kiss. “You’re lucky you’re so damned adorable and that you have me in a state of euphoria over your announcement earlier. But best behavior going forward?”

“Yes, Master.Supremebehavior.”

Phil straightened as he narrowed his eyes. “Then strip.”

Terry shot from the bed to finish what he’d started when he’d first scurried into their room. Once he’d removed the last bit of his clothing and gotten into the proper display position, he stood still, waiting for Phil’s next command. He’d been gettingbetter at waiting. The compulsion to blurt out a ‘what’s next?’ was always there, but he’d learned how to temper it.For the most part.He allowed himself a small smile. Taking the next step in his submission so soon hadn’t been his intent when the evening had begun. However, the depth of Phil’s care had been overwhelming. Real in a way he hadn’t known was possible. It had shocked him how emotional he’d become.

As he held his presentation stance the way he’d been trained by Phil—perfect posture, feet aligned with his hips, hands clasped behind his head with gaze lowered—Phil appeared to sense his dilemma. Instead of moving on to the next thing, he stood before Terry, observing him, seemingly waiting to see if Terry would say anything. He nodded, but it was almost as if he was answering his own inner question. Phil strolled around Terry’s body more than once, not saying a word, the only audible sounds being Terry’s elevated breathing, the occasional squeak of the wood floor as Phil passed over a certain spot and a few cars passing by the house in their otherwise quiet neighborhood.