Page 64 of Letters to the Lost

“Are you ok?” I ask him softly.

“Yeah, I just wanted to ask you something and needed the extra courage to do it.”

“What do you want to ask me?”

“Do… do you think you would maybe want to tie me up?” he asks, making me freeze.

“Why?”

“I’m sorry. Forget I said anything, it's stupid,” he mumbles, pulling away slightly.

“Hey no, it is not stupid. I just wasn’t expecting it. Why do you want me to tie you up?”

“I want you to dominate me. I know we haven’t done much together, but I want you to know that I’ve never done anything with anyone. But I want to, with you, that is…” he trips over his words, hastily spilling them out. If the light was on, I would guarantee his cheeks would be a rosy pink, “I want you to dominate me.”

“Are you saying that you are submissive?” I ask him, needing him to spell this out for me. If I agree to his request without this talk and mess it up, then he’ll never open up to me like this again.

“Yes… I think I am.”

“Ok… I’ve never dominated anyone before, I don’t want to ruin this for you.”

“You could never ruin anything for me, but I want to try with you.”

“We can, we just need to talk about a few other things.”

“What?”

“Do you have a safe word? I need to know what it is, so if you ever feel uncomfortable or want something to stop, as soon as you say it, everything stops,” I ask him.

“Marshmallow?”

“Marshmallow works. What about boundaries, something that would make you feel uncomfortable to do?”

“I don’t want you to hurt me. I just want you to take control, use me, to tell me what to do,” he says, his voice vulnerable.

“I can do that. I would never want to hurt you,”I tell him, leaning forward slightly and pressing a chaste kiss to his lips, “I don’t think I could, even if you asked me to.”

Tobias groans leaning further into the kiss, his lips soft and pliable against my own. Deciding to push a bit further, I prod against his lips with my tongue, demanding entrance. His lips open, his tongue meeting my own. We kiss like this for a while, at one point both of us move so we are laid down, me slightly hovering over him.

Pulling back, I can’t help but smile softly at him, even if he can’t see me.

“Can I put a light on?” I ask him.

“Mhm.”

The light illuminates my room in a soft glow, Tobias lays perfectly still on the bed, his cheeks glowing as he looks up at me.

“Stand up,” I tell him, trying to make my tone firm, the same way Zander did with me.

He scrambles up from the bed, moving to stand in front of me, his cock hard in his pants, the large outline pressing against the material.

“Strip.”

His fingers slightly tremble as he raises them towards the buttons on his shirt, standing up I stand before him my hand gently closing around his halting his movements.

“Are you ok? Do you feel uncomfortable?” I check in with him, worried that I've already pushed him too far.

“I just worry that you will judge me for my scars. That you will think I’m weak,” his voice wobbles, his eyes fixated on the floor.

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