Chapter Two #2
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 than adequate.
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. Supreme behavior.”
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 getting better 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.
“I’m leaving the lights on.”
Phil’s voice struck him as unnaturally loud, but he figured it was only because they’d been silent for a while. Then he latched on to what Phil had said. Huh? It took everything in him not to question the non-sequitur.
Phil approached him until the slight spice of his cologne mixed with his natural scent was evident. It didn’t seem possible, but the addictive combination made Terry even harder.
“Excellent job, baby. So beautifully patient. As I was saying, I won’t dim the lights because I want to see every glorious mark, every stripe or welt I leave on your flesh.
” Phil licked at Terry’s lips, teasing them apart but not following through on the unspoken promise of a kiss.
He drew back yet remained close. “Before I begin with that, however, I have to take care of something else. You may lower your arms, hands behind your back.”
Terry rolled his shoulders as he tracked Phil’s movements to the bed.
He pondered whether he should tell him how hot it made him when Phil stayed clothed while he was naked.
The part of him that wanted to hide his secret kinks, to keep them tucked safely inside his mind where no one could see, and he didn’t have to risk judgement, still existed.
But ever since the first time he’d confessed his forbidden fantasy to Phil, he’d been getting much better about expressing his desires.
However, being 24/7 would mean expressing everything.
He also couldn’t help but wonder if being exposed when others weren’t was why he’d gotten so turned on at Gerard’s when Phil had threatened to spank him in front of everyone.
It had been even more erotic when Phil had made him come in front of Gerard and Marco.
He held in a groan as his cock jumped, precum beading at his flushed tip.
They hadn’t discussed it recently, but he hoped there would be a repeat of the night they’d shared with their friends.
I’m such a perv these days.
“Well, aren’t you the wanton one tonight?”
Phil sidled up to him, the clamps connected by a chain and the black silk blindfold resting on his upturned palm.
Once he’d crossed the short distance between them, Phil glanced down at Terry’s straining erection.
He used the forefinger of his other hand to swipe at the precum gathered at Terry’s slit then sucked it into his mouth.
Terry hissed, tensing his thighs as his sac tightened, his prick twitching from the sharp sensation.
“That’s it, hold on to my orgasm for me.” Phil took the scarf in one hand and offered the clamps to him with the other. “Take these, please.”
Terry did as Phil asked, testing how strong the metal clips were as he clutched them in his palm, worried them with his fingers. He exhaled with relief as he noted the rubber pads on the inside of the tips.
How bad could it be? Terry wanted what they were about to do, but the unknown always terrified him—whether it was physical or emotional.
Phil had moved behind him and as soon as he reached around, holding the silk cloth so that it was suspended in front of Terry’s face, Terry closed his eyes in anticipation of Phil covering them.
The blindfold was one of the very first things they’d explored after Terry had agreed to give submission and kink a try, and he was comfortable with its use.
He appreciated how much it helped him to remain focused as well as heightening every sensation.
After he’d secured the cloth, Phil moved back around him.
Terry started as Phil flicked the tip of his tongue across one of Terry’s nipples, closing his mouth over it, scraping the nub with his teeth.
Terry gritted his teeth together as the sharp zing from Phil’s bite went straight to the end of his dick.
He curled his toes as Phil gave the other nipple the same treatment, then switched back and forth until both aching nubs were at attention.
Phil stopped, the hardened bits of flesh wet and sensitive from the cooling air once they were no longer surrounded by the heat of Phil’s mouth.
Terry yelped, the sudden bite of the clamp on his first nipple shooting him onto his toes.
“Jesus and all his relatives!”
Phil snort-coughed. Terry caught a few chuckles tumbling out of Phil as well. “Now, now. You know better. We’ll revisit that later.”
Phil cleared his throat then flicked the clamp he’d already attached. Terry clenched his jaw to keep from swearing even more. No rules existed regarding talking, or even lusty cries. But outright swearing was on the bad boy list.
“I think this one can go a bit tighter. Can you take it for me, baby?”
Can I? He’d never experienced anything like it.
The sting from the clamp could only be described as the harshest pinch he’d ever been subjected to.
The ache of it went to his very core, concentrating the pain to such a tiny spot on his body yet it seemed bigger than his entire self.
Nothing about it was sexy, still, could he do it for Phil? For his Master?
“I’ll try.”
“Such a good baby. So proud of you.”
Terry winced, letting out a pained moan as Phil worked the little screws Terry had felt while holding the small implements.
“That’s it.” Phil’s voice was soft, but next to his ear, the warmth of his breath blowing across the shell as he spoke. “Doing very, very well. Now for the next one.”
If he’d thought the surprise of the first clamp had been awful, the anticipation of the second was even worse.
Phil played with the nipple already being tortured while teasing the neglected one back to hardness.
His body couldn’t reconcile the confusion between the pleasure from one and the agony from the other.
Terry’s thoughts narrowed down to the dueling sensations that completely controlled him. Not the sensations. Phil.
Phil had mastered him.