12. Nate
NATE
“I’m glad you enjoyed that, sweet boy,” I say tenderly.
“I did! Thank you, Daddy.”
“Can you stand? I’ll fetch a cloth to clean you up.”
Zach grabs hold of me, stopping me from moving. “I’m going to need more than a cloth. But… Uh… Could we play?”
“Now?”
“Yes.” He nods eagerly, his eyes lit up with a fire I haven’t seen before. “I… I like the idea of being blindfolded again.” He licks his lips. “Maybe being tied up. Possibly… feathers?”
I cup his jaw. “That’s a lot, baby. Are you sure you’re ready for all that?”
He shrugs. “I hope so. You’ll stop if I’m not, won’t you?”
“Of course.”
“I like how being blindfolded made me feel. I like how you make me feel. I… I never realized I could let myself be submissive and now that I have… It’s amazing, Daddy. You’re amazing.”
I hug him again. “We don’t have to rush anything. We could shower, make some lunch together. It must be getting close to that time of day.”
“I don’t want to slow down. Not this time.”
I still hesitate. He’s probably riding the high of his orgasm.
Based on what he’s told me, it must have been a while since he’s been with a man, over a year at least. I have to remind myself that, as eager as he seems, he’s still reeling from finding a stalker in his home.
Not just that, but the reporters following him home and leaking where he lives.
He’s still vulnerable. And while a scene might help him forget, it’s only a temporary solution, like sticking a Band-Aid on a wound that really needs stitches.
But if this is what he needs right now, who am I to deny him?
It’s up to me to take care of him, however he needs me to.
“All right.” I release him and step aside. “Choose a blindfold.”
“And restraints?”
I purse my lips. “I’ll choose those.”
“Okay.”
The damp patch on the front of his shorts shifts as he crouches to look through the blindfolds in the bottom drawer.
Eventually, he chooses an eye mask, similar to the one I found at Halo House last night, except this one is made from royal purple silk.
It will look beautiful against his skin.
Once he’s done, I choose the softest restraints I have and select two different feathers: a soft, fluffy ostrich feather and a firmer goose feather.
“Do you want to get changed first?” I ask.
He meets my stare. “I want to be naked.” There’s a slight quiver in his voice, a note of trepidation, perhaps?
“Are you sure, sweet boy?”
He hesitates for a moment before nodding. “I trust you.”
Is he trying to find out how deep that trust runs?
“Do you remember the safe words?”
“Green if I’m okay and want to continue, yellow if I need things to slow down, and red if I want them to stop.”
I nod approvingly. “Then get ready and make yourself comfortable.”
“Yes, Daddy.”
He hurries out of the walk-in closet and toward the bed, undressing as he goes.
His sneakers come off first, then his socks, leaving him hopping, then his shorts and underpants, and finally his T-shirt.
I lean against the archway that divides the walk-in and the bedroom, admiring his beautiful, strong body as he arranges himself on my bed, his legs slightly parted, his hands on his stomach, and his flaccid cock lolling against his thick thigh.
He looks slightly tense, like he doesn’t really know how to lie.
I sit beside him on the bed and stroke his arm, tracing my finger over his muscles. “Relax, sweet boy.”
“I will,” he promises. “Once you’ve blindfolded me.”
I lean down and kiss his forehead. “Let’s start with the restraints first.”
“Okay.”
“I’m going to position your arms above your head,” I inform him, pausing until he’s nodded.
“Then I’ll put the cuffs on them. They’re soft so that they won’t hurt, but you won’t be able to move your wrists more than a few inches apart.
” I show him the length of the leather strap that runs between them.
“I’m not going to restrain your ankles during this scene,” I say in a voice that brooks no argument.
“Once I know you’re happy, I’ll put the eye mask on you. ”
“Okay, Daddy.”
“Then I’m going to stroke the feathers over your body. Sometimes I’ll use one or the other; other times I’ll use both, either together, or on different parts of your body at the same time.”
He nods.
“Is there anywhere you don’t want me to touch?”
He purses his lips, his gaze holding mine steadily. Eventually he shakes his head.
“You’re all right with me touching your cock and balls?”
“Yes, Daddy.”
I lean down and whisper into his ear. “It might turn you on.”
He sucks in a breath.
“You might come.”
He releases the breath slowly. “You can touch me anywhere.”
I smile, kiss his forehead again, and then straighten.
“I’m not going to set any time limits this time.
I want you to trust that I’ll be watching you closely.
That I’ll be using every movement and sound you make—however small—to judge when you’ve had enough.
I’m also going to talk you through everything. Nothing will come as a surprise.”
He nods.
“And, when we’re finished, I promise I’ll hold you and take care of you for as long as you need me to. Are you ready?”
“Yes, Daddy.”
“Good boy. I’m going to attach the cuff around your left wrist now.” I raise his arm above his head, lay his wrist on the pillow, and fasten the cuff around it, checking I haven’t secured it too tightly by slipping two fingers between the cuff and his wrist. “How does that feel?”
“Fine. Uh, green. Am I supposed to use my safe words like that?”
“If you want to. But you don’t have to if I’ve asked you a direct question.”
“Okay.” His smile is shy.
“And now your right wrist.”
He offers no resistance as I raise his other arm, laying his wrist close to the other. He does watch me, though, his brown eyes wide and intense.
“And how does that feel, sweetheart?”
“Good.” He wriggles his fingertips. “It’s… Liberating. It shouldn’t be, but it is.”
“Why shouldn’t it be?”
“Because I’m restrained. Because you could do anything to me and I couldn’t stop you, and yet… Yet… I feel utterly safe. I’m bound, and yet I feel free. It… It doesn’t make sense.”
“Submitting can be very liberating and freeing,” I assure him. “You’re letting me take all your cares, worries, and fears away from you, for a short time. Are you ready for me to continue?”
“Yes.”
I pick up the eye mask and slowly put it on, giving him plenty of time to use his safe words if he needs to.
Yes, he enjoyed being blindfolded last night, but he’d had his wrists free then.
I watch him carefully. His breathing hitches, so I stroke his hair softly, whispering to him until he relaxes and his mouth curls into a content smile.
“Use your safe words,” I order.
“Green,” he says softly.
I stand, pick up the feathers, and debate where to touch him first. “I’m going to begin with the ostrich feather. I’ll start from your toes, and move slowly up the left side of your body, and then down the right side.”
Even though he knows what I’m going to do and where the touch is going to come from, he still jerks his foot and gasps in surprise.
I pause for a moment, letting him relax again, before touching him with the very end of the feather in the same spot.
I trail the feather up his skin slowly, swirling patterns.
He makes the most adorable noises and, when the feather touches his cock, he groans and becomes hard.
I move the feather ever upward, over his stomach, chest, and neck.
Over his jaw, cheek, and temple, and then across and over his forehead, starting the journey down his body toward his toes.
I pay even more attention to his cock and balls this time, smiling with satisfaction at the clear bead of precum that leaks from his tip.
His foreskin is intact, which surprises me.
Then again, he’s the first British guy I’ve seen naked.
“I’m going to use the goose feather next. But this time, I’m going to start on the right side of your body.”
I wait long enough for him to safeword if he needs to, before trailing the goose feather over his skin. Its firmer barbs elicit an entirely different set of noises out of him, but they’re no less satisfying. I’m glad I’m wearing shorts made out of a stretchy, jersey fabric, because I’m hard, too.
By the time I reach the sole of his left foot, he’s writing and panting, and his thigh is damp with pre cum. He’s so fucking gorgeous I can barely stand it.
“I’m going to use both feathers now. I’ll run one up each side of your body and then cross them over.”
“Oh, fuck, Daddy, I think that’ll make me...” He cuts himself off.
“Come? It’s okay if you do, baby. I’d be very happy if you do.”
He releases a sweet sigh.
“Are you ready?”
“Yes,” he speaks the word on a gasp. “Green.”
Smiling, I move the feathers lightly up each side of his body, the goose feather on the left, the ostrich feather on the right.
He groans deeply as the feathers glide over his genitals.
His cock twitches, but he doesn’t come. I keep going, switching them over when I reach his forehead, as I promised, before sweeping them back down his body.
This time, the moment they touch his cock, it jerks, and he lets out a noise that’s halfway between a desperate, needy groan and a gasp as he comes, splattering himself with thick, milky cum.
“Oh, baby, you look so hot,” I croon.
He pants and twitches his fingers.
I put the feathers down and sit beside him again. “I’m going to untie you now, sweetheart.”
He whimpers, but nods.
I remove the cuffs, rub and rotate his wrists gently, and then carefully bring his arms down, so they’re resting on the bed, alongside his body. “I’m going to take the eye mask off.”
He nods in understanding. When I take it off, his eyes are closed, but he gradually opens them.
“The room seems so much brighter,” he whispers.
“It will for a while. I’m going to clean you up, and then we’ll cuddle.”
I slip to the ensuite to fetch a warm, damp cloth, which I use to clean his cock, balls, upper thighs and stomach. I toss it in the laundry hamper, grab a blanket, lie beside him and cover us with it. I hold him in my arms.
“You were amazing,” I tell him. “So beautiful.”
“Thank you, Daddy.” He cuddles up to me and closes his eyes.
His heart thrums against my chest, his breath warms the crook of my neck.
My heart flutters. Holding him feels right in a way I’ve never experienced before.
I’ve played with other boys and given aftercare to all of them, but it’s never left me feeling so sated before, or so happy.
Zach is getting under my skin in a surprising way.
I smile, happy for him to take up residence in my heart.