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He wouldn’t be allowed to do anything.
It had another shower of pleasure flooding through Shelby, earning a sweet smile and a jerk from his cock where it did it’s best to try to escape his briefs. “Thank you, Sir.”
“You’re welcome, Shelby boy.” Taking time for one more cheek kiss, I paused the date plan explanation and started us out toward the main room again.
Shelby did good walking for several moments, but as soon as people could see him, his brain took a vacation again. His steps slowed and he gently tugged on my hand like he was testing my hold. I knew it wasn’t to try to escape, though.
No. It was turning him on more.
So I was a good Dom and tightened my grip again, tugging on his arms just enough to let him feel my control. It was subtle enough that I didn’t think anyone realized what was going on, but it was enough of a shift that Shelby’s desire fried a bit more of his brain.
His wobbly legs and lack of blood to his head would’ve been a problem if he had to walk far, but we made it safely to the back of the building before his floating got too strong. I wouldn’t have wanted to push my luck any further, though.
And I was very glad that I’d organized everything before he’d arrived.
With the ropes laid out, a knife to quickly release him, and the swing in position, all I had to do was lead him up onto the small platform and we were ready to go. It wasn’t technically a demo or a scene I had any intention of narrating, so I ignored our growing audience and focused completely on Shelby boy.
“Remember. What happens if you’re naughty?” Making him think was probably mean, but I wanted to give the people watching a frame of reference for our relationship. The last thing I wanted was for someone to interrupt because they didn’t understand us or thought something was off.
That was one of the possible downsides of most people not knowing either of us. But Shelby’s dramatic sigh and fog-clearing head shake had smiles popping up around us. “Romance. Slow. I’ll be good. I promise.”
And they got it.
With that out of the way, I ignored the strangers, and Austin, who seemed to think he was being discreet at the back of the crowd.
He wasneverdiscreet, but Shelby was facing away from him, so I wasn’t worried about distractions. “That’s right, Shelby boy. Romance.”
It was clearly a wicked word judging by his groan, but it didn’t bring him out of his headspace too far. His adorable pout said he wasn’t thinking clearly or he’d have been a bit more worried about the people around us. “I’m not the romantic type but I’m going to be good. I just. I’ll.”
“You’re going to follow instructions and relax while I restrain you.” The orders were beyond simple but got another dramatic huff from Shelby. I raised one eyebrow as I started moving around the platform to double-check that everything was ready. “Are sound effects polite?”
“Sometimes?” Shelby lost focus as his slightly distracted gaze moved to the rope I was running through my fingers. “I…I should moan to let you know you’re doing a good job.”
He was right and adorable.
“Oh, was that sound I just heard a moan?” As I finished checking the rope, I gave Shelby a stern look that had his body jerking like he’d needed to stop himself from reaching for his dick.
“No, Sir.” Blinking at me, Shelby lost his thoughts again as I came closer with the rope. It looked like his entire world focused down to just the platform under his feet and the rope I was slowly jerking off. “No…I…”
He seemed to understand he was supposed to say something but his brain couldn’t fill in the blanks and just stopped.
That was alright with me, though, because we were done with the thinking part of our visit. It was a good decision on my partbecause the first time the end of the rope caressed over one nipple it had his head falling back and his entire body tried to force him to come.
Thankfully for my naughty boy, it was going to take a bit of attention to his cock before that could happen. So I just made a tsking sound and shook my head as I repositioned his arms and started the slow process of restraining him.
It was a beautiful art form but I still couldn’t understand why someone else hadn’t learned to do it for him. Yes, needing to be restrained for him to have his best orgasms wasn’t the most conventional thing I’d run into, but it wasn’t the weirdest thing I’d ever heard of.
People did a lot more difficult things to make partners happy…shit…Silas learned to tolerate rich insanity because he loved Austin.
I’d just learned to wrap my sexy boy up like a spidery present.
Yep…rocket science it wasn’t.
But it was beautiful and it made Shelby very happy because even before I’d finished his torso, he was smiling and floating and the front of his briefs had a wet spot that was growing more obvious by the minute.
Still, I took my time getting it right and letting his body soak up all the trapped pleasure that he seemed to love so much…that he seemed to need.
It was like breathing to him and he’d only been getting enough oxygen to live but never relax. I was finally releasing the floodgates for him, though, and it filled every cell as he road high on the sensations I wasn’t sure I’d ever feel myself.
