Page 25 of Becoming the Owners
He couldn’t seem to decide if he wanted to throw something at me or blush.
My pretty bird was very curious but still very flustered. But he settled down quickly and nodded. “Thanks.”
And we were back to the point where he didn’t know what to say.
He clearly wasn’t getting enough praise in his life, so we were going to fix that even if we got nothing else done in our first scene. But we had to start our first scene before we could see how it went.
Leaning forward, I shifted my weight. “I’m going into my bedroom for a minute to get the flogger and a few things to make sure you’re comfortable. Will you be okay?”
He barely managed not to roll his eyes. “Yes, thank you for checking in with me.”
Hmm, he had been reading up.
“You’re welcome.” Leaving my pretty bird to his thoughts for a moment, I headed into my room and grabbed the flogger and a cushioned stool…and at the last minute, a bell. His gazesearched me as soon as I walked back in the room and I could see he was confused about the bell.
As I got everything ready and moved the coffee table over a bit, I nodded toward the bell that was now on the floor in front of the cushion. “Some people get overwhelmed and words are not the first thing they can get to work. So, until we know how you’ll respond, if you can’t get yellow or red out verbally, the bell stops everything. Make sense?”
“Hmm. I hadn’t thought about that, but yeah.” He leaned forward, inching toward the edge of the couch. “I haven’t run into too many situations that left me speechless, but it’s understandable…and something to think about for the club too.”
“There are endless things to think about for the club.” That made him laugh as I came to stand in front of him. “So thank you for helping me talk through the stuff about the club and thank you for giving me a chance tonight to get out of my own head and focus on you.”
He rose gracefully as he went back to studying my face. “So theoretically, I get to tune out the real world stress as I submit, and you do the same thing because you’re focused on me?”
Based on his tone, it seemed like a question, so I nodded. “Yes, sometimes things aren’t quite right for one reason or another, but that’s the basic goal for a scene.”
“Alright.” He nodded like he’d made up his mind, and I had a feeling he thought he was being very transparent.
He wasn’t.
But going back over what we’d talked about, I had a good idea of where to go. Hopefully. Pushing the second guesses out of my head, I looked toward his chest and reminded myself that nomatter how sexy he looked, I was going to be careful with him. “Take off your sweater, birdie.”
His eyes sparkled as he fought the urge to tell me to grow up or stop being ridiculous, but he behaved himself and nodded. As he drew it up his chest and over his head, I made sure he could see my desire as he slowly stripped for me.
Feeling cheeky, he winked as he turned to lay his sweater on the couch. “Still a pretty bird?”
“Oh yes.” Giving him the attention I thought he needed, I walked a slow circle around him as I took in every beautiful inch of skin. “Averypretty bird.”
He chuckled, pleased with something in my voice or maybe just feeling good at being really seen. “I’m glad.”
I had a feeling he was being more honest about that than he realized. My pretty bird would also want to preen and strut, and I was going to have to show him that I was perfectly fine with that. Leaning into him, I pulled out my phone and started the music I’d picked out earlier.
As the sexy beat of a club song started to fill the room from the hidden speakers, I whispered quietly in his ear. “Every inch of you is a sculpture come to life, my pretty bird.”
His shiver said he wasn’t immune to me no matter how casually he tried to play it off. “I think that should be cheating. There’s no way I can hide what you’re doing to me.”
Now it was my turn to chuckle. “I love that you don’t hide what I do to you.”
As the low thump of one of his favorite songs finally caught his attention, his eyes closed as he made a sexy moan that went right to my cock. “This is definitely cheating.”
His utterly perfect reaction said it was the music and the adoration he wanted, not necessarily the club or the cage itself. As I filed away every reaction, he swayed, toeing off his shoes and slowly stripping off his pants, completely at ease with himself as he tuned everything else out.
I’d never seen a more honest reaction about what someone needed or a more beautiful man.
When he was nearly naked, tiny tight briefs barely covering his erection, he finally tuned back in just enough to look down at himself and back at me. I could see the question in his eyes before he’d even gotten it out.
“Naked or clothed, the rules and limits we talked about won’t change.” Making him come wasn’t my goal, so it was all about what he was most comfortable with.
As he slowly nodded, probably piecing some of that together, I stepped closer and reached up slowly to stroke over his head, projecting every move carefully. “Is this what you meant by connecting physically?”
