Page 70 of Leather and Longing
“What’s this in the case labelled FUN?”
Adam snorted. “Remember what I said about choosing carefully? That’s my e-stim kit.” When Paul kept silent, Adam elaborated. “Electrical stimulation. Patches on your thighs, bands around your cock, a plug in your arse, all connected to the unit that delivers an electrical charge.” He grinned. “Let’s not run before we can walk, yeah? Another day, perhaps. Keep going.” He sat back, relaxed.
Paul snapped the case shut, shuddering.Another daysounded good to him.
He might have joked about it feeling like Christmas to Adam, but here he was, experiencing the same jubilation. There were so many things that piqued his interest: paddles, crops, shackles….
When he sawthem, a shiver rippled through him.
“There. Whatever it is you’re looking at right now.” Adam sat up straight, his back rigid. “Tell me.”
“Nipple clamps.” Paul stared at the shiny metallic clamps with their tiny teeth, his nubs hardening, aching, imagining their bite.
“Hand them over.”
Paul gave them to Adam, unable to tear his gaze away from them. A chuckle broke his focus.
“One more toy.”
Paul shook himself and went back to his voyage of discovery.This could take all day. He closed his eyes and dug deeply. When his fingers met with leather and metal studs, he stopped. Opening his eyes, he gazed at the cock ring, imagining it tight around the base of his dick, his sac stretched. “This,” he said, placing it in Adam’s waiting hand.
Adam laughed. “You keep insisting on choosing things I wouldn’t consider to be toys.” He placed it beside the nipple clamps, then relaxed against the cushions. “You get to choose one more item.”
Paul peered into another box, and his breathing caught at the sight of a pair of black leather cuffs, lined with fur, linked by a chain. “Those.” He handed them to Adam, who grinned.
“Ooh, nice choice.” He added them to the pile. “Okay, fasten up the boxes and put them out of the way, please. When you’re done, go upstairs, clean yourself out and come back down.Dressed.”
Paul sat still, digesting Adam’s instructions.
“Today, Paul,” Adam said with amusement.
Paul gave a start. “Yes, sir.” It seemed the perfect response, given the circumstances. He moved the boxes back behind the couch. When he reached the door, Adam’s voice stopped him.
“I’m assuming you have a supply of condoms and lube in the house.” The note of wry humour was evident.
“Yes.” Paul visualized the contents of his drawer next to the bed. “Although I might need to add them to my next shopping list.”
Another wry chuckle. “Make sure you do. No gloves, no playing. When we’ve both been tested again, then we’ll discuss our options.” A pause. “Paul. Bathroom. Now.”
Paul didn’t need telling again. He hurried out of the library and across the hall, taking the stairs two at a time.
“Bring the lube with you when you’re done.” Adam’s voice drifted up the staircase.
Paul’s pulse raced, his breathing quickened, and his mouth dried up. The temptation to rush through his routine was tempered by the knowledge that even blind, Adam would be able to tell.
Paul was beginning to think Adam was omniscient.
When he’d finished, he dashed back downstairs, the bottle of lube in his hand.
“In the office, Paul,” Adam called out.
That stopped him for a moment.
Theoffice?
He walked over to the door and peered inside. Adam stood in front of the desk, drying the butt plug with a paper towel from the kitchen. The desk was clear, its contents placed on the floor.
Adam turned toward him. “Bend over the desk, please, leaning on your forearms, palms flat.” He placed the plug on the desk.
