Page 42 of Forfeits

“Arms up,” he said.

I lifted my arms over my head, the movement causing my pants to tug at my erection, which made me moan.

“Oh, honey,” Aiden murmured, “I know.”

He drew the sweater over my head and off my arms, then did the same with my white T-shirt, piling all my clothes on the pillory.

“Glad it has other uses,” I joked with a half-hearted smile. I was too caught up and aroused to smile fully. I could barely keep my composure.

I wanted to kneel. The urge was so strong I had to fight it with everything I had, at least until he commanded it. And probably I should wait until I was naked.

I didn’t know if I could.

When I was bare above the waist, Aiden drew his fingers along my shoulder and down my arm, taking my hand.

“You want this.”

“Yes.”

“All right. For God’s sake, use the word ‘lamp’ if you want me to stop at any point…for any reason.”

“Mmm.”

“Fletcher? Promise me?”

“Yes, Sir. I promise.”

“Good. I’m going to take your pants off now.”

I nodded, going tingly all over as Aiden’s fingers went to my belt. The buckle rattled as he undid it and drew it through the loops, then tossed it onto the floor with a clang.

“Sorry.”

“Don’t be sorry,” I said. “This is… This is…everything.”

“Good.”

He worked my fly open and yanked my trousers and boxer briefs down to my thighs in one quick motion. My cock bobbed free and eager in the air, moist with longing at the circumcised tip. I cursed.

Aiden grinned. “What’s the matter?”

“Nothing, Sir. I just… I’m so horny.”

“I can see that…easily.”

He pulled my pants down the rest of the way, and I stepped out of them. Then he took my socks off one by one, which might have seemed silly if I wasn’t already deep into subspace—a place I hadn’t been for a long time and which welcomed me with open arms.

“Are you okay with this, Fletcher?”

As an answer and because I couldn’t resist it anymore, I sank to my knees on the rug before him, bowing my head and placing my hands on my thighs.

Aiden took a deep breath.

“Okay. I take it you’re fine with it.” he asked, cupping my chin in his hand and tilting my face up.

And suddenly I was in a different room, in a different time, with a different man.

Daniel’s hand was rough with callouses from his work in the garden as he cradled my chin and gazed down at me.

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