Page 78 of Forfeits

He came close again and pushed the silk robe off my shoulders, so that it slipped and bunched, draping behind my legs, at the ropes that tied my wrists together.

“Oh hell. You look so good, Fletcher, like a Roman slave. A problematic comparison, but I’ve never claimed to be a saint.”

He drew the tip of the crop over my hip and around to my backside, flicking it against my skin and poking at the top of my crack.

“I’m going to do so many things to this ass.”

I loved that Aiden could be the responsible elementary school teacher in one environment and the depraved and stern Dom in another. I was so here for it.

Aiden teased me with the crop, giving me the occasional sting and slap, playing with my cock and balls and nipples, until the drool was dripping from the gag, and I gasped continuously.

“All right,” he said. “I think you’re ready for the next part.”

Aiden went behind me and unbuckled the straps of the bit gag, removing it from my mouth. The corners of my lips were sore, and I licked the drool away and wiped my chin on my bare shoulder. Aiden took the blindfold off me, then used a cloth to dry my chin and neck.

“Okay so far?”

“Y—yes, Sir,” I said. My voice shook, and my cock twitched.

“Drink of water?”

“Yes, Sir.”

There was a mini-fridge beside the door that we’d examined on our previous visit. It held bottles of water and a tray of ice in the freezer section. Aiden got one of the waters, unscrewed the cap and tipped it to my lips so I could drink. Our gazes met and held.

“Not too much. No bathroom break until later,” he said, taking it away. “Now, wait here.”

“Yes, Sir.”

Aiden bent to undo the latches on the legs of the adjustable bondage bench and drew it upward. When he had it at a height that worked for him, he locked the legs in place and came back to me. The only sounds were our breaths as he untied the rope that held my hands together. He took the silk robe away along with it and told me to stand by the bench.

I padded over in my bare feet, feeling strung out and so aroused already, my brain exploding at the prospect of what awaited me. Aiden came up behind me and fastened a leather collar, with a metal D-ring at the front, around my neck.

“Do you want a collar, Fletcher?”

“Huh?”

“A collar. So everyone will know you’re mine?”

“Um, might inspire some uncomfortable questions from my folks.”

Daniel laughed. “I don’t mean a thick leather one with a D-ring. I mean…something that looks like a necklace. A simple gold or silver chain. Something like that?”

“Oh. Huh. Maybe? Can I think about it? You know I’m yours. Isn’t that what matters?”

I remembered feeling bad about deciding against it, in the end. Instead, he’d gotten me a leather wrist bracelet that I’d worn for approximately three months before having to take it off for something and never putting it back on. He hadn’t seemed to care, and after he’d passed, I’d looked for it but couldn’t find it.

Aiden’s hand landing softly on my hip got me out of the memory. He helped me into position.

The bench had platforms for my knees at a lower height, and my chest rested atop the padded surface. I was basically kneeling over with my wrists cuffed behind me. The D-ring of the collar he attached to a ring in the bench, to keep me centered and immobile. But I was able to lay my head on its side, so it wasn’t uncomfortable.

“I’m going to bind your thighs, as well,” Aiden said.

“Yes, Sir.”

He circled leather cuffs around each leg just above where my knees were bent and buckled them, so they were snug. Then he attached them to rings on the bench.

“Now ankle cuffs, so you’ll be secure. I don’t want you coming off the bench when you’re all wiggly and desperate.”

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