Page 61 of Counterpoint
By the time they’d returned, they were both hot and sticky and had climbed the stairs to Adrian’s master bath for a shower—ostensibly to cool down—which did nothing of the sort due to Adrian’s hands and mouth and hard body sliding against Dom’s.
Dom was breathless and hard by the time they were through. “I need another shower after that one.”
Adrian shut off the water. “I think you’re fine for what comes next.”
Like lightning through him, like the feel of his calluses running up guitar strings before the sound of a thousand people. “Yeah? And what comes next?”
“A little something I want to try—to see if you enjoy it.” Adrian grabbed a towel and tossed another at Dom.
“You have me curious.” He dried off and followed Adrian into the bedroom.
Adrian had already pulled on a pair of boxers and jeans. “I’d like you naked, if you wouldn’t mind.”
Naked while Adrian was dressed. This was sounding better and better. “I’m fine with that.”
When he looked over, Adrian’s gaze was fire-hot. “You are absolutely fine.” He grabbed a simple white tee and donned it, then rooted in a drawer Dom had not seen him open before. From it he pulled bundles of rope and a black sash. He looked in again, but grunted and kneed the drawer shut. “These will do.”
Dom couldn’t stop staring at the rope. “I thought you said...”
“Oh, I intend to tie you up, Dominic. Just not as completely as you saw in those photos.” Adrian paused and smiled, hot and wicked. “Not yet, anyway.”
Dom shivered then heated then shivered again. “I—okay.”
Adrian nodded at the door. “Follow me.”
They returned downstairs to the living room, and Dom glanced at the spot where they’d started this weekend. Couch looked none the worse for wear. Score one for that stain guard.
Adrian dumped his handful of rope bundles and the sash onto the couch. “Would you like me to tell you exactly what I’m going to do, or would you rather just experience it?”
“Is it gonna end with your cock down my throat?”
Adrian snorted and shook his head. “No, not this time.”
Dom stuck out his lip in a mock pout, then considered. “I think—just do it. Whatever you intend. I—trust you. And you’re really not into that whole pain thing, as far as you’ve said.”
“No, I’m not a sadist, really. And, tattoos aside, I don’t think you’re all that masochistic.”
“I mean, I like when you fuck me hard.”
“Well, so do I, but that comes from a different place than, say, you wanting me to flog you until you have welts. Or vice versa.”
Dom knew people enjoyed that and didn’t have a problem with the concept, in theory. He just didn’t want to be on the practice end of it. “Yeah, that doesn’t really excite me.”
“But rope...” Adrian picked up a bundle. It was black and looked soft and strong. “The thought of rope over that lovely skin of yours makes you moan in galleries.”
“Just one,” Dom murmured. “You only took me to one.”
Adrian closed in and sipped a slow kiss that felt like a cool breeze. “Turn around, Dominic.”
He did, and Adrian arranged his arms in a particular manner, behind his back and stacked but not uncomfortably so, then started coiling rope around them. The first touch of the soft fiber had him sucking in a breath. When he felt the pressure of it against his skin, he stifled a moan.
Adrian kissed the nape of his neck. “I’d rather hear you, Dominic. I want to know what this is doing to you.”
“It’s—oh god, Adrian.” He couldn’t even describe how his heart was racing or his mind tumbling. He was hard, but he didn’t want to be fucked, not now. He wanted—more. “Please keep going.”
A deep rumble of pleasure, and then there was more looping and tugging and that amazing sensation of his arms being tied together. He couldn’t see what Adrian was doing, but oh god, did he feel it. And since Adrian wanted to hear—Dom moaned and gasped and shivered and swayed.
“You’re going to kneel soon, but this is a little easier from this angle.”
