Chapter 21
AARON
Aaron alternated between staring out the window and fidgeting with his phone the entire ride to Jay’s house.
Their first time had happened organically, in the heat of the moment, driven by passion rather than careful negotiation.
Would introducing rules and boundaries change the dynamic?
Would Jay treat him differently now that he knew about Aaron’s inexperience?
He hadn’t seemed upset at Aaron’s revelation. Maybe he’d already suspected, or maybe he had an amazing poker face, but either way, the weight of Aaron’s secret had been lifted.
All week, errant thoughts of Jay resulted in jolts of excitement followed by immediate clouds of apprehension.
Aaron avoided them by throwing himself into work and last-minute arrangements at the apartment.
He went so far as to go out shopping for window curtains that matched the couch, as well as a set of ridiculous sheets with dinosaurs for the guest bedroom.
If Mark didn’t appreciate them, Rachel would.
There was nothing he could do to distract himself now.
He was minutes away from walking into either the hottest night of his life or the most awkward.
It didn’t help that he was starting to feel a tenderness toward Jay, a gooey feeling that had little to do with lust and everything to do with Jay’s affable personality and soothing presence.
But that wasn’t what tonight was about. This was an arrangement. It wasn’t romantic.
Just an arrangement.
Aaron rang the doorbell and concentrated on repeating the mantra, but it flew out of his head as soon as the door opened.
The Jay from Friday night had been exquisite, the neatly polished look of his suit giving him an air of authority and haughtiness.
The Jay greeting him at the door was the complete opposite.
A white tank top clung to his torso, sweat darkening the fabric across his chest and showing off dark chest hair.
He wore gray shorts, their lightweight fabric rumpled from a workout.
Every inch of his delicious bare skin was glistening with sweat, and Aaron yearned to lick it off.
He could almost taste the salty flavor on his tongue.
This was not a polished man. This Jay was rugged, almost primal in his masculinity. Strength and virility radiated from him, and Aaron was both excited and terrified of what was to come.
He couldn’t wait to get started.
“Am I early?” Aaron asked, walking into the house. Jay must have just gotten home from the gym and hadn’t had time to get ready. Not that Aaron minded the delectable display.
“Nope, you’re good.” Jay smirked and steered him to the living room. “This is the space we’ll be in. Feel free to move around and check it out. I want you to be comfortable.”
Aaron glanced around, quickly realizing that even without wall art or plants, it was nothing like the bachelor pad Jay had led him to expect.
A large brown leather sofa dominated the room, and a glass-top coffee table that lived in front of it, judging by the indents in the carpet, was pushed against the wall, creating an open space.
Tastefully arranged bookshelves and a large entertainment system lined the walls.
“Your home is lovely,” Aaron said, hiding a smile. “I’ll get you a fern for Christmas to finish the look.”
Jay’s eyes crinkled in the corners, and he gestured for Aaron to follow him into the kitchen. “Let’s talk for a bit first.”
“Of course.” Aaron plopped down on a stool by the counter, mesmerized by the unusual light fixture. Dozens of tiny glowing spheres descended from the ceiling, casting a soft light on the dark wood finish of the cabinets. It gave the room a cozy feel. “Your kitchen is awesome.”
“It came with the house,” Jay deadpanned and paused, a flash of nervousness coming across his face. “I have something for you.”
He pushed a white linen bag toward Aaron—exactly like the one he’d walked out of Suede Dreams with, only smaller.
Aaron reached in and pulled out two gorgeous leather cuffs, embossed with floral patterns and adorned with metal clasps.
After running his fingertips across the raised surface, he turned to Jay for an explanation, confused by what appeared to be an extremely generous gift.
“I know you prefer a very clear separation between the scene and real life,” Jay said softly.
“We both agree that my dominance starts and ends within the scene, but I figured you might like to have a visual cue. Since you don’t strike me as someone who’d wear a collar, I think this is a good substitute.
” He gently took the cuffs from Aaron. “When you put these on, the scene starts, and I’m in control.
As soon as they come off, the control is all yours. ”
“That’s really thoughtful,” Aaron whispered, trying to keep his emotions at bay. Jay understood him, really understood him, and the gooey tenderness he’d been trying to contain spread across his chest.
“Oh! And there’s this neat thing.” Jay connected the clasps and tugged. “They can double as restraints.”
“Damn, Jay. They’re beautiful. And fucking expensive. I’ll pay you back.”
“Aaron, it’s a gift.”
“And it’s one of the best gifts I’ve ever received, but I also remember how much these cost at the store.”
“Aaron.” Jay’s voice became low and stern. “It’s a gift.”
Aaron swayed as desire surged through him from the command in Jay’s Dom voice. He nodded wordlessly.
“Good. Now, would you like some water? Do you want to hang out for a bit before we start?”
“I’m ready.” Aaron’s voice was hoarse with anticipation.
“In that case, put them on and join me in the living room in two minutes.” He gave Aaron a lingering look and disappeared behind the door.
Aaron’s fingers quivered as he undid the clasps and slid the cuffs on. The soft leather hugged his wrists, and as soon as they snapped shut, he felt different. Free.
This newfound freedom was intoxicating. He was no longer in control, but it wasn’t scary, because Jay would never take advantage of him, would never hurt him.
They’d only met a month ago, but Aaron already trusted Jay down to his bones.
Enough to share pieces of himself no one else knew about.
Enough to show up at his house and make himself the most vulnerable he’d ever been.
He glanced at the clock on the microwave, took a deep breath, and stepped through the doorway.
Jay was reclined on the couch, arms draped along the backrest, looking completely at ease.
“Stand here.” Jay gestured to the open space in front of him, and Aaron shivered before obeying.
“Take off your clothes.” Jay’s low voice was aloof, almost bored, and tendrils of want slithered through Aaron’s groin as he followed the command.
He tossed his clothes to the side as they came off, quickly stripping down to his underwear.
His erection was obvious, bulging the thin fabric, straining to be free.
Jay raised an eyebrow, and the last shred of Aaron’s inhibitions vanished as he took off his briefs and added them to the pile.
Silence stretched. Aaron stood motionless while Jay studied him, taking his time, his gaze lingering between Aaron’s legs. Finally, Jay made a twirling motion with one finger. “Turn around.”
Aaron spun in place and shut his eyes. Embarrassment at being examined was creeping in, making him even harder.
“Bend over and spread yourself for me.”
Aaron moaned at the filthy directive. Shame and arousal flooded him at presenting himself in such a wanton way. He bent down and shuffled his legs apart before spreading himself open. Cool air swirled around his hole, and he clenched in anticipation.
This position let Jay see everything. As if to emphasize that, Jay reached out and traced a path down Aaron’s crease, tapping at the tight ring of muscle. “I like to see what’s mine before I play with it.”
There was a rustle of movement, but Aaron didn’t dare look back, staying in the same spot.
“Get on your hands and knees.”
Aaron scrambled into position and waited. He was vulnerable in the most delicious way, unsure of what to expect, yet convinced that it would be everything he’d ever wanted.
Jay came around and squatted in front of Aaron with a black silicone dildo in his hand, its blunt tip glistening with a few drops of lube. “Can you take this without prep?”
Aaron considered its size and nodded. “Slowly, but yes, I can.” As much as he wanted to give up every bit of control and let Jay use him, he appreciated the check-in.
Jay disappeared behind him. Seconds later, he felt a cool pressure at his entrance and forced himself to relax and allow the intrusion.
Jay moved carefully but forcefully, not giving Aaron enough time to get used to the burn as the toy inched deeper.
Aaron groaned and rocked into Jay’s powerful thrusts.
Without prep and with barely any lube, the sensations were turning painful in the most perfect way.
His body was no longer his. It was Jay’s—to hurt, to please, to use however he wanted. Aaron let out a sob as pain and pleasure warred within him—as one intensified, so did the other, until the world narrowed down to nothing but the satisfying torture at Jay’s hands.
“Fuck, look at you. Your slutty hole is swallowing this dildo right up. You’re aching to be stuffed with a thick dick, aren’t you?”
“Yes. Yes. Please.” Aaron babbled mindlessly, impaling himself on the last inch. It felt impossibly thick, splitting him open, making his heated skin prickle with desire.
“Sit up.”
Aaron straightened and sat on his heels.
The movement brought fresh waves of agony along with a devastating pressure on his prostate.
He shuddered and made a noise, something between a moan and a wail, needy and pathetic.
A single thought lingered as his mind drifted into a hazy fog. This is what I’ve always wanted.
“Arms back.” Jay leaned down to clasp the cuffs together, restraining Aaron’s arms behind his back.