Chapter Four
Terry stood at the tiled counter of their kitchen and tore some red leaf lettuce pieces from a stalk and added them to the romaine he’d already thrown into the large wooden salad bowl.
Since he was working long hours at the studio, plus still taking private clients on off hours, Phil had taken over the majority of the meal preparation.
Terry readied the salads or helped Phil chop vegetables.
He felt like he was taking a step backward in their D/s relationship, but he was committed to trusting in Phil to make the best decisions, so it was important he prove that by his actions.
Phil sauntered in then went to the oven. He pulled the door open, taking a peek at the stuffed chicken breasts he’d placed in there about forty-five minutes earlier. After he closed the door again, he glanced up at Terry and winked.
“I’ll check it with the thermometer in another five. Salad about done?”
“Almost.” Terry wrapped up the remainder of the red lettuce and put it aside.
He grabbed the scallions he’d already washed and began to slice them up.
“So…” Terry attempted to keep his tone light instead of sounding like a nervous wreck.
“We’re getting together with Gerard and Marco tomorrow night? ”
“Master Gerard. And yes, we are.” Phil approached him then ran his hand up and down Terry’s back, instantly soothing him.
“If you’re still okay with it. But as I said before, I believe this is important to help you feel safer, and for me to stop worrying about this Anson character, plus whoever his supposed Master is. ”
“I know, you’re right. But I don’t want to embarrass you. They’re both so…you know…experienced.”
Phil wrapped his fingers around Terry’s nape and squeezed. “Baby, stop it. Nobody cares about you being a newbie. Gerard is aware of our situation. Hell, to him, I’m a newbie Dom. The only reason we were allowed to stage such an intense scene at Gerard’s place was because Eric vouched for me.”
Terry sprinkled the bits of scallion over the lettuce. “Okay. Now if you can simply remind me of that a minimum of twenty more times before we go over there tomorrow, I should be fine.”
Phil’s grip remained firm on the back of Terry’s neck. “I think you could use some play tonight. How’s your leg, your elbow?”
As tempting as it was to slough off Phil’s concerns as being silly, Terry wouldn’t do that to him. To me. The truth was, he was beginning to truly embrace his needs, and Phil’s attention was a big part of his desire to submit.
“I’m actually doing really well. My elbow has healed, and my leg hasn’t bothered me at all for a couple days now.” And I’m over the fragile handling. Where was his rough, dominating lover?
Phil grinned. “Perfect. I know I’ve been dying for a scene, been anxious to push you, do things to you we haven’t done yet.”
Sure enough, Phil’s words went straight to Terry’s cock. Phil had fucked him good a few nights before, had given him an incredible spanking. But most of their kink had taken a back seat to all their other concerns as of late.
“Yeah?” Jesus, already I’m out of breath at the mere mention of a scene. Oh yeah, it was clear to him he was made for the BDSM lifestyle. He didn’t need Phil to tell him that anymore. “Like what?”
Phil nibbled at his ear while squeezing his neck some more. His heated breath made the fine hairs on Terry’s upper back and shoulders stand on end. Terry shivered.
“Maybe I’ll surprise you. But I’ll tell you this much. After dinner, we’ll take a short walk, give us a chance to digest, and then I’d recommend you do some light stretches.”
Holy shit. “Will there be lots of running around?”
Phil chuckled. “No baby. There won’t be much movement at all.”
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One of the biggest things he and Phil had discussed that could be a benefit for Terry in regard to certain aspects of BDSM, was getting out of his own head.
A major part of it was worry, but also a constant white noise buzzing in his brain.
It wasn’t that he couldn’t focus—he was very meticulous and centered when doing a shoot—but his mind was always switched on.
It took him forever to fall asleep, but he hadn’t been joking when he’d told Phil he needed his eight hours.
In fact, if he could sneak in nine or ten on occasion, it made him a very happy puppy.
Terry had completed his stretches and was naked, kneeling in the presentation position Phil preferred.
A large, navy-blue area rug covered the hardwood floor of the generously-sized master bedroom they shared.
After their relaxing walk around their West Hollywood neighborhood, Phil had instructed Terry to strip, then kneel on a pillow, and wait for him in the middle of the carpet with his hands clasped behind his head.
It hadn’t been that long since he’d entered the bedroom, but as per usual, his mind was going a million miles per hour and he had to work extra hard not wiggle or twitch or whatever the hell he’d never even noticed he was unconsciously doing until Phil had called his attention to it.
“Such a beautiful sight. My baby, naked and kneeling for me.” Phil strolled into the room and Terry immediately picked up the scent of leather.
Hell to the yes.
Terry had never given much thought to leather, other than appreciating a quality pair of shoes or nice jacket.
But the leather gear, skin-tight pants Phil wore when he got tricked out?
Holy shit, it was hot. So far, other than the CNC scene, Phil had only worn his gear a few times at the house.
As a D/s couple, they were gradually adding to their repertoire, and Terry thought he might be ready soon to wear leather with Phil when they went to a gathering.
Or an actual club. That particular activity was still on the BDSM to-do list.
“Excellent posture.” Phil trailed his fingers lightly across Terry’s head. He shivered, the action giving him goose-bumps. “Good job keeping your gaze down, but now I’d like for you to close your eyes.”
Terry’s breathing accelerated. Before the rape fantasy, they’d only ever used the mask to prepare for the fantasy.
The compulsion to question Phil as to why he was using it for their current scene was almost overwhelming.
But he’d finally reached the point in his submission where he knew the difference between aching to know something and needing to safeword.
It was amazing to him how close the two could be at times.
Giving him the control.
Phil was right. Terry was his best self when he let go and let Phil take charge.
The mask was slipped over his eyes and Phil checked the elastic straps. “Comfortable?”
“Yes, Sir. Thank you.” Terry exhaled on a sigh. Kneeling. The mask. The honorific. Even his nudity while Phil remained clothed—it all combined to give Terry the calm he craved.
“Very good. I want you to keep focused on your remaining senses. Listen to my voice, feel my touch, cry out if you need to, inhale the scent of your Master. Someday, the aroma of the leather alone will help bring you to your subspace. Sense memory is very powerful, and I want to give you the most positive connection to it I can.” Phil’s fingertips ghosted along the side of his face.
“You’re precious to me and I’m here to help you fly, to bring you to the highest of highs without letting you fall. ”
Terry swallowed around a lump in his throat. Phil brought emotions to the surface that he’d never known existed, had never known could be so intense.
“Relax your arms. Let your hands rest on your thighs then sit back on your haunches.”
Terry inhaled on a gasp as something touched his skin.
The long item seemed to be a cord or rope.
He didn’t perceive it as being very thick, and from the way Phil dragged it along his shoulders then let it dangle down his back, he could tell it wasn’t rough either.
So far, Phil had only bound his hands to the headboard using either leather cords or one of his silk ties.
But Terry had known all along that bondage would be a big part of his kink.
Being tied up, at the mercy of another man, not being able to fight back—all of the elements of bondage play turned him on.
He’d actually been surprised when they’d staged their scene that Phil hadn’t wanted to incorporate more of that into it.
The fantasy is something we’re acting out between you and me. If we delve deeper into rope or bondage play, I don’t want the CNC to be the main association you have with it.
Phil continued to curl the long rope around his shoulder, across his throat then down his chest before draping it over his back again.
His skin broke out in gooseflesh once more and he trembled slightly.
On occasion, the cord would trail over his thighs, teasing his swollen cock and overly sensitive balls.
Phil had shaved him the day before and his skin was still smooth. God, I love this man so much.
The rope was taken away, but the sensation of it barely kissing his flesh remained. It was more intense with the mask, even when it was something as gentle as what Phil had just done.
“Clasp your hands behind you then let them rest against your lower back.”
“Yes, Sir.”
He did as his Master commanded, his submission beginning to embrace him more fully.
The aroma of Phil’s gear tinged with his scent became stronger as Phil hunched down behind him.
Terry didn’t know the exact position he was in, of course, but the heat that radiated between their bodies meant he was very close. Terry’s heart picked up a quicker pace.
Terry gasped again as Phil deftly wrapped the first piece of rope around his wrists. Every muscle in his body went taut.
“Relax, baby. Give yourself over to me. Let me take care of you.”