Page 71 of Counterpoint
It was, as Adrian said before taking him clubbing, another great day of playing tourist in their own city.
Dom had seen some posters about the Twisted Wishes concert, too, at the club and while they’d wandered all over the city. Weird to walk right by a poster blaring the name of his band. Adrian didn’t even give them a second glance, which was fine. Less complex. Less complicated.
Except for the gnawing feeling in the back of Dom’s head and the voice that told him he was living a lie. Eventually he’d have to confess and trust Adrian with his secret—or walk away.
He had no idea what Adrian would think. What he would do.
And that was the musing on his mind as he sat with Adrian on the couch, their legs entwined as they read. Dom had a book of poetry on his lap and Adrian had been paging through a pamphlet about the makings of the borders of New York State. There were more books strewn on the coffee table.
When he glanced over, the pamphlet was closed on Adrian’s lap, and his gaze was locked on Dom like a spotlight.
Heat flared in Dom’s veins, because he’d come to know that calculated expression and that wicked smile—and welcomed it.
“Would you like to try something a little more interesting with rope?”
Dom closed the book of poetry he hadn’t really been reading. “Yes.” Didn’t even have to know whatmore interestingmeant.
Adrian chuckled, then nudged him with his foot. “Up then. Let’s head to the bedroom.”
There was this subtle change in Adrian when he was giving orders, a deeper voice, a more exact pronunciation. Even the way he held his body was different, despite being relaxed.
Power. Control. Dom had read a little about what it was like to be a Dominant. Didn’t really get it all, but obviously it really was a thing for Adrian, and he had all those signs now. That shift in being ticked Dom’s heart up and shook out his soul and mind.
The submission thing? Yeah, he gotthat. Loved that feeling. Didn’t know why, despite reading those books Adrian had lent him. Didn’t care, because some part of him felt so damn good when he followed what Adrian said—even if it was the simplest of orders, like go upstairs. That would lead to more commands, and surrendering himself, and being lost and safe in whatever Adrian chose for today.
He could forget about the future. Forget the other half of his life. Forget the words he’d voiced out loud to the band.
He paused when they reached and entered the bedroom, and Adrian circled him from behind, pulling their bodies close and brushing his lips over what Dom suspected was one of Adrian’s favorite spots—the back of Dom’s neck.
Made him whimper every time.
“Love that sound,” Adrian murmured. “Take all of your clothes off. I want you naked for this.”
Dom exhaled. “Yeah. Okay.” Naked was always a good start. But Adrian didn’t let go.
He spoke, deep and dark against that sensitive spot on Dom’s neck. “I’m going to tie you more fully today. Arms. Torso. Legs. See if you like it.”
Dom trembled, needing, wanting to tell Adrian he wanted what was being offered. “I’ve been dreaming about that. Like the photo.”
“Yes, like the photo. All that skin and rope. Except my rope, and your flesh, body, and mind, Dominic.”
Adrian’s arms might have been the only things holding him up. He leaned back into his heat. “Perfect.”
“Mmmhmm. And if you like the experience and are comfortable...” Adrian nipped Dom’s neck. “I’m gonna fuck you nice and hard in those ropes, too.”
It was like Adrian flipped a switch in Dom. In an instant, he’d gone from mildly aroused to hard as hell and needing every inch of Adrian possessing him. “Oh fuck. Yes, please.”
“We’ll see.” Another kiss ghosted over Dom’s neck, and Adrian let go. “Clothes off, Dominic.”
He didn’t waste any time undressing, but rather than throw his shirt and jeans all over the place, he folded them somewhat haphazardly and dropped them onto a bench on the side of the room. Everything went, down to his socks and his watch.
Adrian’s admiration was obvious, from the heat in his stare to the hard bulge of his dick in his jeans. “Onto the bed, please, on your back.”
Dom loved this bed more than his own. His was inherently lonely. This one? Large and full of life and company. He positioned himself in the middle, arms at his sides.
“Hmm, no. Arms up above your head.”
He swallowed and raised both toward the headboard. Wasn’t uncomfortable, but it did leave him feeling more open, more exposed. His breathing hitched up a notch.
