Chapter Seven #6
Terry rolled his shoulders, wiggling a bit before settling again.
Phil repeated the process of getting a spoonful of soup ready for Terry.
He brought the bisque to Terry’s mouth the way he had before, taking note at how his breathing sped up, his desire to submit so clear—even as his nervousness remained.
“Open up, baby.”
Terry parted his lips while closing his eyes.
Phil wondered whether his reaction was from embarrassment or to help himself surrender completely.
Good discussion for after dinner. A bit of the soup clung to one corner of Terry’s mouth and his tongue darted out, licking away the errant liquid.
Phil held in a groan at the sight, memories flashing through his mind of the night before when Terry had been on his knees, eyes locked on his, teasing the head of his cock with that wicked tongue before taking him deep.
Phil sucked in a sharp breath. “Remember, allow me to do all the work. If food spills or needs to be wiped off your…” He let out a small cough. “mouth, let me be the one to handle it.”
“Yes, Sir.”
His voice had trembled, the meaning behind Terry’s response unclear to Phil.
He continued to feed his boy and was delighted at the way Terry allowed himself to gradually fall into deep submission.
Gone was the resistance to accepting a mouthful of soup, a bite of bread or a forkful of salad.
He never anticipated Phil’s next move or tried to help him accomplish the task of eating. He’d embraced Phil’s complete care.
Phil set the spoon in Terry’s empty bowl. “How are you doing? Was that enough, or would you like some more soup? I also have an apple crisp with fresh cream if you’d rather go straight to that.”
Terry pressed his lips in a tight line, giving his head a quick shake.
Phil wrinkled his brow and wondered why Terry hadn’t answered him verbally since that was one of the established rules.
He leaned down to ask him when he noticed a tear trailing down Terry’s cheek.
Phil placed a hand on Terry’s upper back.
“I need you to talk to me, baby. What’s going on?”
Terry gave a loud sniff. “I… Are we taking a walk after we eat?”
“Yes, we are.” Phil kept his voice soft. He didn’t want to break whatever zone Terry had drifted into.
“Can we talk then? I don’t want to stop this right now.”
Phil kissed Terry’s temple while rubbing his back in slow circles. “Of course. I’m up for some dessert now, if you are.”
Terry let out a stuttering sigh then sniffed again. “Yes, Sir. Thank you.”
Phil squeezed his shoulder before rising, then grabbed the two empty bowls to take to the sink.
While he prepared the crisp, he couldn’t help but steal glances at Terry.
He might be ready for a 24/7 dynamic sooner than I’d thought.
But before he went that far, he wanted to explore some other aspects of their relationship.
Terry’s desire for rough play and his arousal from the spankings had given Phil a few tantalizing ideas.
He smiled to himself. It was time to introduce a new level of pain to their play.