Page 57 of Echoes of a Muted Song

“I only wanna hear sounds from you from here on out,” I said. “No words, unless it’s your safeword. No trying to be a bossy bottom. I promise you’ll have no need to give me any instructions to get what you want.”

His eyes widened as he stared into mine. I knew I’d surprised him by saying that, but I’d been near enough in one of the clubs we’d been at together to hear him direct his partner during an entire scene and just wanted him to know he didn’t have to worry about that with me. If we’d talked about tonight before coming here, we could have covered all of that, but I loved that the first way he’d tried to surpriseme was to bring me to a place that would let us have what we both needed since the first time he’d called me Daddy.

God just thinking about that word made me shudder.

Instead of replying, he nodded, tugging on the hold I still had on his hair, but it earned him a smile, and the little pinpricks of pain I knew he hoped for.

“Good boy,” I murmured, caressing his cheek with my free hand before lowering his head back to rest on the mat.

For a moment, I just petted his hair, grounding us both before I buckled his wrists to the board. There, now we were ready to begin. In this position, he wouldn’t be able to see what I reached into the bag for or what I held in my hands, all he’d be able to do was feel it and enjoy what I was doing to him.

But first to warm him up.

This time, I started at his shoulders, with cold gel that made him yelp the moment I touched him with it. He whined as I spread it over his shoulders and sucked in a sharp breath as goosebumps cropped up down his arms.

“Cold, huh?” I said, leaning close to his ear to be sure he heard me.

He nodded as best he could, then sucked in another breath as I trailed gel down his spine. The moment I got to his tailbone his ass clenched as he quivered.

“Hmmmm, mmmmmm,” he whispered when I blew air along the path I’d made.

The next breath he sucked in was different, surprised. Good, that meant the gel was doing what it was supposed to. Warming the moment I breathed on it. Coating my thumbs with it, I drew them up his neck, rubbing on the gel before blowing air over the damp streaks I left behind. Massages had a way of turning him completely boneless, so I treated him to one with that gel, adding a few scrapes of my teeth when I reached his hip and peeled back the edge of his shorts to give him a little nip.

“Gah. Mmmm. Pl…Fuuu…mmmm.”

I chuckled as he choked back the words and reached into the bag for the next surprise.

The two-sided mitt was made of silky soft faux fur that I trailed over his body, caressing over the small of his back before working back up to his shoulders again. Under his hair, over the back of his neck, down his side, then the insides of his thighs, just to make the groans that spilled from him grow louder. There was no tension in him by the time I was done. Every muscle felt lax and pliant.

“Good, you are doing so good.”

His exhale wasn’t as ragged as before, which told me that he was sinking into the feeling rather than seeking each new one. There was a difference, there really was. I’d fight anyone who tried to argue that point with me.

Now for the fun part, flipping the glove around.

When the small, metal claws embedded in the fur touched his skin, he hissed, grunting as his ass tightened again, the flex of those perky globes unable to resist, so I lightly bit one, only to feel him quiver again. He didn’t relax until I eased up with the teeth and ran those claws along his inner thighs.

When I slid my ungloved hand beneath him, I could feel how eager he was.

He was hard as hell.

Time to switch things up.

His whine, when I moved the mitt away, made me chuckle against his skin, right where I knew the gel would still be, because I’d been careful not to rub all of it away with the glove. Not when I had plans to torment every inch of him.

“Not….errrrrr,” he growled, biting back the rest of the words before they could spill free.

“Uh, uh, uh, I growled, tugging his hair while I leaned to nip his ear. “No words unless it’s your safeword.”

“Fuuuuuu,” he whimpered, but nodded when I turned his hair loose.

“Daddy's got you,” I promised, loving the way he reigned himself back in after hearing that word.

While he settled down, I slipped the mitt back into the bag to pull out the edible glitter,and the paint brushes I’d brought to decorate him with. It would be an exercise in patience, for both of us, but one I was more than up to. Now I just wondered if he’d catch on to what I was writing as I started decorating his skin.

As I started scrawling the words to Ghosts of Enemies Past along his side and up his back, I felt him melt for me again. Soft definitely seemed to do that to him and put every thought out of his mind, while waltzing pinpricks of pain only revved him up.

There was this time when nothing was simple.

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