Chapter 32
AARON
For once, Aaron had nowhere to be and nothing to do. He could enjoy his rare lazy Sunday to its fullest, which meant sleeping in, then snacking on junk food and binge-watching his favorite shows all day.
That didn’t last long. By early afternoon, he’d gotten bored.
The need to do something productive made him itch, so he decided to organize his bookshelves.
Singing along to his favorite playlist while carefully assessing each book to decide whether it deserved eye-level shelf space, he almost missed his phone vibrating on the table, Jay’s name flashing on the screen.
“I was under the impression that people your age preferred texting, and yet you keep calling,” Aaron quipped as he picked up the call.
“My grandparents taught me well,” Jay snarked back. “I have a question for you.”
“What is it?”
“Remember our conversation last night?”
“I hope that’s a rhetorical question, because my memory is just fine despite my advanced age.”
Jay huffed. “Right, I’m just trying to provide context. This is a little awkward since we didn’t come to an agreement.”
“You didn’t come to an agreement.” Aaron pointed out, his heart thumping in his chest. “Did you change your mind?”
“Yes. Are you free tonight?”
“Fuck yeah, I am!”
Was this really happening? Was Jay saying what Aaron thought he was saying?
Jay laughed. “Love the enthusiasm. I just wanted to make sure there’s no miscommunication and I have clear consent.”
Unable to sit still, Aaron hopped up and started pacing the room.
“You have my full consent to come over, restrain me, gag me, and fuck me as hard and as rough as you want. And whatever else you have in mind. Anything.”
“Perfect.” Jay’s voice lowered to a growl, each word dripping with danger. “I’ll be over later. Wear something you don’t mind getting destroyed, and prep yourself really well. I don’t want to worry about hurting you. Oh, and leave your door unlocked.”
“I will,” Aaron whispered, his mind reeling. Jay hung up, and Aaron stared at his phone. The call had only lasted a couple of minutes, yet everything was different.
He tidied up the bedroom, then hurried through a shower and prepped himself as promised.
Jay didn’t say when he’d be over. Aaron should have asked.
Then again, he was enjoying this slightly off-kilter feeling.
It reminded him of when he’d gone bungee-jumping—teetering on the edge of something new, terrified and excited all at once.
He’d just put on his ratty tank top and old boxers, snapped on his cuffs, and dimmed the lights when the front door opened. Seconds later, it closed, the metal click of the deadbolt sealing them inside.
Aaron forced himself to stay in place, facing away from the bedroom door.
He didn’t need to worry—Jay was the only one who would have gotten past the doorman, and a serial killer probably wouldn’t lock themselves inside.
Would they? He tried to keep calm, smoothing the wrinkles in the comforter and waiting, but he was already hard and aching for Jay’s touch.
The air behind him shifted, a silent movement brushing up against his skin. “Don’t move,” Jay whispered in his ear moments before something cold and metal pressed against Aaron’s neck
A knife.
Aaron’s cock twitched in his boxers, the loose fabric tenting obscenely. Jay’s ragged breaths stirred the hairs at the back of his neck—proof that Jay was equally affected.
“Stay still.” Jay teased the blade back and forth, traveling between Aaron’s pulse point and collarbone.
It was dull, as they’d discussed, but the sensation of the dangerous metal was overwhelming his senses.
Jay’s familiar scent—that intoxicating blend of sweet and spicy—filled his lungs.
Everything else faded into the background.
Aaron held his breath as Jay roughly forced his arms behind his back, then unsnapped one cuff and dropped it on the bed. Before the question could leave Aaron’s lips, the feel of soft leather was replaced with prickly fibers as Jay secured Aaron’s wrists with coarse rope.
Oh. Jay had found a way for him to enjoy the pain and discomfort of the restraint while leaving one cuff as a quiet reminder that Aaron was still in control. It was a subtle, lovely gesture that showed just how well Jay understood him.
While Aaron swooned, Jay wrapped a piece of fabric around his face and paused.
“Color?” Jay asked quietly.
“Green all the way,” Aaron responded in a whisper.
Jay gagged him, digging the fabric into his open mouth and knotting it tightly. Aaron tested it out by trying to talk, satisfied with the muffled sounds that escaped.
“Three quick, sharp sounds for red.” Jay trailed his hand up and down Aaron’s throat. He wasn’t applying pressure, not yet, but the threat was there. “Show me.”
“Mm. Mm. Mm.”
“Good boy. Now, don’t move.” Jay’s voice was back to its lower pitch.
Aaron’s heartbeat thundered through him as a series of metallic snips were followed by Jay ripping through his tank top and boxers, letting the pieces fall to the floor, leaving Aaron completely bare in seconds.
How did Jay do that? The question evaporated immediately, lost in the fog of lust.
“So good for me,” Jay growled and wrapped a hand in Aaron’s hair to pull his head to the side and expose his neck. Moments later, the cool metal was back, the blunt point scratching across his Adam’s apple. He shuddered with desire and swayed on his feet.
“You’re gonna stand here and take it while I do anything I want to you,” Jay hissed into Aaron’s ear.
The cool steel glided down, making Aaron’s heated flesh crawl with goosebumps.
Jay increased the pressure, massaging Aaron’s pecs with the tip of the blade, and Aaron moaned, his balls drawing tight against his body.
He was glad he’d been brave enough to share this fantasy with Jay.
Already, it was the hottest experience of his life, and they were nowhere near done.
“Your body is mine.” Jay bit Aaron’s neck and sucked on the skin.
“I can do anything I want to you, and you can’t scream.
Can’t fight back.” He circled Aaron’s nipple with the blade, increasing the pressure until it was almost unbearable—a delicious, exquisite torture.
Aaron was trapped, entirely under Jay’s control.
He whimpered and pulled against the rope until it hurt, welcoming the pain.
“Struggle all you want.” Jay licked the shell of his ear. “We both know I’ll get my way.”
Aaron’s entire being was concentrated on the cool edge of the metal as it traveled south, scraping along his abdomen and following his happy trail until it stopped at the base of his cock. The sense of danger intensified, colliding with another wave of lust.
Unable to contain himself, Aaron let out a shout, muffled by the gag. Jay chuckled in response, slowly trailing the blunt metal tip down Aaron’s shaft until he reached the slit.
A strangled noise escaped Aaron’s throat, his weight sagging into Jay’s warmth. He was a captive to Jay’s barely restrained desire, helpless against the feral frenzy inside. He wanted Jay to unleash it, wanted to succumb to Jay’s power, to lose himself in the pleasure of the pain.
The flat of the blade, slick with Aaron’s precome, slid up and down his shaft.
A few more passes, and Aaron would come.
Just from this. From the metal caressing him.
From Jay’s erection digging into his hip.
From the wet cotton stuffing his mouth. From the vague sense of danger filling his lungs and drowning him in desire.
“You’re so desperate,” Jay moaned in his ear. “I don’t even need the knife, do I? You’re gagging for it.”
The crisp snap of folding steel echoed around them, and then Jay’s fingers were digging into Aaron’s bicep and dragging him to the nearest wall.
Aaron’s cheek pressed against the cool surface as he fought to stay upright.
The sound of a zipper opening behind him sent a shower of sparks down his spine, and a moment later, Jay’s hard cock rubbed up and down his crease, its lubed tip nudging against his entrance.
Without hesitation, Jay slammed himself into Aaron in one powerful thrust.
Despite being prepped, Aaron felt like he was being split in two. He let out a pained wail and squeezed his muscles around Jay. More—he needed more of Jay, lodged deep inside him, filling him to the brim.
“So hot and tight. Fuck. I knew you’d feel like heaven.”
Jay didn’t give Aaron more than a few seconds to adjust before setting a brutal rhythm, snapping his hips and withdrawing fully only to fill him again with every violent jolt.
Burning gave way to pleasure, and Aaron started moving along with Jay, rocking into him, trying to take him deeper.
He couldn’t last much longer. Every thrust rubbed his cock against the textured wallpaper, rough friction bringing tears to his eyes, familiar heat building up around the edges and threatening to take him over.
He was seconds away from erupting when Jay stepped back.
Aaron’s hole clenched around the sudden emptiness, a pathetic whimper spilling around his gag.
“You’re enjoying yourself, aren’t you? A strange man shows up in your bedroom, and you’re too happy to spread your legs and bend over for him. You don’t even care who it is, do you? You’re just desperate for a hard fuck.”
Each obscene word made Aaron quiver with need. Jay was tapping into a part of him that had stayed hidden for decades, somehow knowing all the perfect things to say.
“Show me how much you want it. Go,” Jay growled and pulled Aaron by the hair, shoving him toward the bed.
Aaron moved in a daze, the burn of the earlier intrusion making itself known with every step.
He reached the bed and stopped, waiting for the next instruction.
A brief pause, the soft snip of scissors cutting through rope, and his wrists were free.
“On the bed, ass in the air.”
Aaron climbed onto the mattress and spread his legs, trembling on the edge of release. He knew he made an obscene picture—his abused hole in full view, his hard cock jutting out and dripping onto the comforter.
Warm hands circled his waist, a hint of warning before Jay drove into him once again.
“You thought you could rub yourself off on the wall and I wouldn’t notice.” Jay punctuated every word with a thrust. “You’re mine. Every part of you is mine. I get to take pleasure from you, and you get nothing but my come dripping out of your hole.”
Aaron arched his back and swallowed another moan.
The filth pouring out of Jay’s mouth was winding him up beyond what he thought possible.
He lingered on the brink, blocking out everything but the rhythmic thuds of Jay’s cock slamming into him, grazing his prostate with every move.
Jay’s labored panting was music to his ears. They were both close.
This was the best sex of his life. The most intense experience he’d ever shared with anyone.
Jay didn’t just follow his script—he understood Aaron, knew what he needed, gave Aaron a piece of himself in return for Aaron’s submission.
They were perfectly in sync within the scene, just as they’d been the entire time they’d known each other.
There was a shift of energy in the air as Aaron tugged the gag out of his mouth, struggling to balance on one hand and falling forward with Jay’s next shove just as his mouth was freed.
“Jay,” Aaron moaned and rocked back. As much as he enjoyed being restrained and gagged, he’d gotten everything he wanted out of his fantasy. Now, all he wanted was to come with Jay’s name on his lips.
Jay groaned in response and increased his speed, driving Aaron mindless with the pleasure ricocheting through every nerve ending.
The exertion left both of them glistening with sweat.
Heat built up in Aaron’s stomach, each second bringing him closer to the explosion.
He clamped his muscles around Jay’s cock, satisfied to hear a loud moan.
Craning his neck to look into Jay’s eyes, he saw nothing but naked desire.
“Aaron. Fuck. I’m so close.” Jay lifted Aaron’s legs in the air, as if he weighed nothing. The new angle had him hitting Aaron’s prostate straight on, ripping a wail out of Aaron’s chest.
“You’re mine,” Jay gritted out as his movements stuttered. “Say you’re mine.”
“Fuck, Jay, I’m yours. All yours.” Aaron squeezed his eyes shut and let ecstasy overtake him. His vision went white with the intensity of his release, but he could still feel Jay throbbing inside him, filling him, marking him.
They collapsed on the bed, side by side, trembling as they came down from their peaks, slowly letting the real world filter in. After a few minutes, Jay carefully arranged him onto a pillow, then pulled the comforter over them—a gesture so tender, Aaron’s throat tightened with emotion.
Aaron wanted to tell him. He wanted to tell Jay he loved him and hear Jay say it back. He wanted to ask him to stay. But Jay wouldn’t listen, not right now. He would assume that Aaron was foggy from subspace and incapable of telling what was real.
Words wouldn’t accomplish anything right now.
But maybe actions would.
Jay lay on his back, eyes closed, as Aaron crept closer, inching forward until Jay could feel the hot breath on his cheek.
His lashes fluttered open, revealing the bottomless darkness that threatened to consume Aaron, paralyzing him with indecision.
Operating on sheer will, he dipped closer, their lips barely brushing, and paused to see what Jay would do.
Jay went still. Every one of his muscles tensed, and he murmured softly, “Aaron?”
“Jay,” Aaron breathed out before closing the gap and slotting their lips together.
For a heartbeat, Jay was frozen, and a tendril of doubt crawled into Aaron.
Then Jay moved, tentative at first, like he wasn’t sure what to do.
His mouth parted, and his hand slid up Aaron’s side, fingers curling gently at his neck.
He kissed back, slow and careful, a featherlight touch that spoke volumes of his uncertainty.
Aaron was about to pull back when Jay made a quiet, needy sound.
That was all it took. They pressed closer, turning the gentle connection into an inferno—sliding their tongues together, breathing each other’s air, alternating aggressive nipping with soothing licks.
Aaron was finally letting loose, giving into the feelings he’d been holding back, violently plundering Jay’s mouth while melding their bodies together.
The floodgates had been opened, and he couldn’t get enough. Jay’s flavor was just what Aaron expected—sweet with hints of spices and mint, better than any dessert.
Aaron had never tasted anything so addicting.