Page 78 of Damian & Jun: Episodes 5-8
Damian reached out his hand. “Come on, don’t you want to know what we’re going to do?”
“I think you’re planning to be mean. I’m not sure I know your mean side. Not like this.”
Damian chuckled. “Are you going to use your safe word, or are you going to let me be mean?”
“What if I don’t use my safe word and I run away?”
Damian moved before Jun had even finished asking the question. He flipped Jun onto his back and straddled him, grabbing his hands.
“I don’t think you should risk running away, little wolf. You’re still healing.”
Jun bucked. “You didn’t even let me run.”
Damian held him down. “As your alpha, it’s my job to take care of you. Today, that means not letting you run. Do you need to fight?”
Jun screwed up his face. He pushed and tugged at Damian’s hold for another few minutes, trying to oust Damian from his seat on his hips, but in the end, he sagged.
Damian stroked Jun’s wrist with his thumb. “Done fighting?” Jun was covered in sweat and breathing hard. “Ready to be punished?”
Jun’s eyes widened, but he was still breathing too hard to talk well.
“You didn’t think I’d let the bite go, did you?”
A little bit of a smirk touched Jun’s lips. He’d done that on purpose, and now he was going to get punished, get his way, just a little bit, but not the way he planned. He certainly had Damian’s full attention. This was the push-pull Damian was finding he relished. The more they learned each other’s ways, the more epic their play would become.
Damian leaned down and brushed his lips over Jun’s. Jun arched up, trying to deepen the kiss. Damian gave him just a second more before pulling back. He linked his fingers around Jun’s wrists and dragged him up. Jun followed. Damian helped him from the bed, still not giving Jun his hands back, and led him over to a cabinet. He opened it with one hand and snagged a pair of leather cuffs.
“Still green?”
“Green.” Jun’s eyes were fixed on the cuffs. He didn’t try to slip away as Damian wrapped them around his wrists and linked them together. Restraining him was as easy as pushing his hands above his head and linking the cuffs to one of the waiting rings set in the wall.
Jun moved his hands and blinked, realizing he was secured. “What’s this?”
“This is what keeps brats from getting in my way while I set things up.”
Damian unfolded a bondage table and set it up in the middle of the open space in the room, a good four or five feet away from the foot of the bed. He ran his hand over the surface, checking it. Perfect condition. All he needed was a brat bound to it. And he had one ready to go.
Jun was more curious than feisty. He came willingly, watching as Damian used two more cuffs to attach his ankles to rings on the side of the table. Once Jun was bound ankles and wrists on his back, Damian pulled over a chair and sat down next to him. He ran his hand up and down Jun’s side, down to his leg and back up to his chest.
“Normally, I’d put a strap over your belly, but we’re going to be careful about that for now. Nothing too hard.”
Jun watched him, waiting. He wasn’t flying and out of his mind like Damian would have wanted him, but they’d had a long day, his body was still healing, and Damian himself was tired.
He pulled out a bag of sensory toys, starting with a fairly blunt tracing wheel. He let Jun see it and then traced a line up Jun’s ribs. Jun squirmed, half laughed, and twisted, trying to get away.
Damian laughed with him. He ran it over Jun’s sternum, down his arms, and over his nipples. Jun bit back a screech and arched into it. “Damn, that thing, guh.”
“It gets in your head, doesn’t it?” Damian set it down and retrieved a tiny feather duster. He dragged it over the arch of Jun’s foot. Jun shrieked, pulling his feet back but getting nowhere.
“Still want to keep playing?” Damian asked.
Jun nodded.
Neither of them looked like they were going to come, but this was intimacy. Damian found himself relaxing into it. All his thoughts were focused on Jun and Jun’s body, his reactions, each mark and line on his skin, the way his muscles moved over his bones and the tendons flexed. He kissed a line down Jun’s thigh and ran the edge of a hard back sponge over the side of his knee. Jun whimpered, squirmed, and cursed in turn, relaxing into the occasional kisses and kicking out when something surprised him.
When Jun was thoroughly sensitized, Damian pulled out the clothespins. He thumbed Jun’s nipple and attached them slowly.
Jun groaned, arching into the biting pressure. He blinked hard and gasped for air, adjusting.
