Page 48 of Sir Avery's Wish
The tightness in Eli’s stomach dissolved completely. “Thank you, Sir. That means so much to me.”
“I’m glad I can help.” Avery glanced at his watch. “I’d better pick up the pace so I’m ready for that meatloaf.” He gave Eli a quick peck on the lips. “After dinner, let’s relax and watch a movie.”
“But…” Eli snapped his jaw shut. Trust. Patience.Aargh.
Avery chuckled as he walked away. “Just imagine how wonderful it will be to haveall daytomorrow to do whatever we want, as much as we want, when we’re both nice and rested.”
Can’t argue with that. “I haven’t seen that new dragon movie yet.”
Avery glanced over his shoulder with a grin. “I think you made the right choice.”
Somehow, Eli didn’t think Avery was referring to the film.
Avery hadn’t used his playroom in ages. Why should he? There hadn’t been a sub to share it with. The refurbished basement was also conveniently out of sight and out of mind. On the odd occasion he did come home, the forgotten room was easy enough to ignore.
So far, the morning had been spent doing chores. Eli was finishing up his morning routine of light exercise, showering, and doing meal prep for the rest of the week. That gave Avery time to set the scene in the basement.
This wouldn’t be the first time inside the room since Eli had moved in. He’d already spent some time cleaning and rearranging. He’d also ordered a new padded bench. If Eli really enjoyed impact play, they could try out other implements besides Avery’s palm.
Avery paused, tapping his chin as he considered what he’d set up for his first official scene with Eli. The reasons for making Eli wait for the spanking he’d been practically begging for were two-fold. Working on his patience was one aspect. But the main one was related to the intense emotions Eli had been enduring. The week had been needed to decompress, to allow Eli a chance to segue from one part of his life to the next.
Now that both of them had settled into their new arrangement, Avery felt confident about proceeding. The room was ready, and he was ready. But was Eli?
They’d agreed to meet in the kitchen at eleven, and it was almost time. He patted the top of the antique loveseat he’d always used to spank his boys. The thought had crossed his mind to buy a contemporary spanking chair or bench with all the bells and whistles, to start fresh with Eli. But the little velvet couch was at the perfect height for a small sub and perfect for him to wield a punishment—or better yet—give pleasure.
Avery checked his watch, then headed upstairs. Eli was already waiting, fidgeting with a dish towel as he leaned againstthe counter. His hair was damp from his shower, and he’d dressed in the soft lounge pants and tee that Avery left out for him. When Eli saw him enter, his eyes widened, and his cheeks flushed.
“You look nervous, sweetheart.” Avery crossed the room and took the dish towel from Eli’s nervous fingers, setting it aside. “There's no need to be.”
Eli ducked his head. “You know how much I want this, Sir. I haven’t shut up about it. But what if I'm no good? What if I can’t take what you give me?”
Avery brushed his thumb along Eli’s jawline, coaxing him to meet his gaze. He studied the mix of anticipation and uncertainty flashing across Eli’s features. His boy’s pulse fluttered visibly at his throat, and his breathing had quickened. Not fear, Avery realized with satisfaction. Arousal mixed with nervous energy.
“Remember what we discussed. This is about pleasure, not punishment. I’m going to take care of you.” Avery captured Eli’s bottom lip between his teeth, lightly scraping them along the sensitive flesh before letting go. He wanted every nerve in Eli’s body to come alive. “If you need me to stop or slow down, what do you say?”
“Yellow to slow down, red to stop completely.”
“Such a good boy.”
Eli’s eyes fluttered closed for a moment as if savoring the praise before opening them again.
Avery extended his hand. “Come on, sweetheart. I can’t wait for you to see the room. Our room.”
Eli’s fingers trembled slightly as they intertwined with his, but his grip was firm. Avery led him through the house to the basement door, anticipation building over Eli seeing the room for the first time. They descended the stairs together, Eli’s bare feet silent on the carpeted steps.
When they reached the bottom, the slight hitch in Eli’s breathing as he took in the room put Avery on edge. He’d never experienced such a strong desire to please a sub before. The space was bathed in warm light, with flameless candles scattered around the room, casting shadows on the burgundy walls. The faint scent of vanilla and leather filled the air, and the thickly padded carpeting helped keep the cold from permeating the room. The thermostat was already programmed to keep the room warm enough that his boy could be comfortably naked.
Avery glanced at Eli, checking his reaction. His jaw was slack, his gaze roaming as if he didn’t know where to look first. He squeezed Avery’s hand.
“This is beautiful, Sir. Not at all what I was expecting. I figured it would be… I don’t know. More clinical, maybe?”
“Oh?” Avery tilted his head. “I thought Ryan might’ve shown you some of the rooms at Club Sensation. Other than the medical play suite, most of them are warm and inviting.”
“No, we never got that far.” Eli turned to him with a smile. “But I don’t care about that. All I care about is being here with you.”
Eli’s grip became tighter around Avery’s hand, and he could swear that Eli was starting to bounce.
“That’s all I care about, too, sweetheart.” Avery drew his eyebrows together. “Is there something else you’d like to say?”
