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“You’ve gone quiet.” Adam’s voice cut through his internal machinations. “You’re not thinking about what’s coming next.” It was a statement.
Paul hiccupped and took a drink of water. “How did you know?”
Adam smiled. “I use my senses. It’s amazing the things I can pick up on when I concentrate.” His expression grew serious. “Not so long ago I was berating all those stories about blind people having heightened senses to make up for their loss of vision. It was all lies, as far as I was concerned. But these last few days, I’ve come to realize my tutor was right. It’s all a matter of practice. And having the right incentive,” he added with a smirk.
Paul felt ten feet tall.He’s talking about me.
As if to confirm his thoughts, Adam looked directly at him. “I’m not the easiest person to live with. I know I’ve cursed a lot this afternoon, but it’s a learning curve, like everything else. I’ll get the hang of it. What it all boils down to, is that I’m contemplating writing a book, something I thought I’d never do again in my darkest moments. I have you to thank for that.” He smiled, his expression relaxed, almost serene.
Paul gazed at Adam, warmth radiating throughout his body. “I’m glad I could help,” he said softly.
Adam pushed back his chair and stood, grasping his cane. “Thank you for dinner. When you’ve finished the dishes, I’ll be upstairs in my room, waiting for you.”
That was all it took for Paul’s breathing to quicken, his heartbeat to accelerate.
Adam grinned. “Nowyou’re thinking about what’s coming.” He exited the kitchen, chuckling.
Paul hoped fervently he’d be the one coming.
He wouldn’t deny me my orgasm—would he?
His skin pebbled and his nipples were like bullets.
Knowing Adam? Anything was possible.
Chapter Twenty-Eight
Paul hurried through the washing-up,his mind elsewhere. The dishes dried and put away, he gave the kitchen one last check before heading up the stairs, his heart pounding.
When he reached Adam’s bedroom door, he had to pause to regain his composure. He closed his eyes, trying to inject a calm he didn’t feel.
He raised his hand and knocked, his heart still hammering.
“Come in.”
Paul pushed open the door to find Adam standing at the foot of the bed, naked, his hand on the wardrobe door.
“Is this a mirror?”
Paul entered the room and walked over to him. “Yes, both wardrobes have mirrored doors.”
Adam beamed. “Excellent.” He stepped back until his legs touched the bed frame. Adam sat on the edge of the bed, leaning back, one hand flat to the mattress while he stroked his cock lazily with the other. “Come over here.” Beside him on the bed were the nipple clamps, cock ring, bottle of lube, a couple of condoms—and a thin chain made of steel links, with clips at both ends.
Paul couldn’t help staring at the items. A whole afternoon to fantasize about what Adam had planned, and here the two of them were, everything real, solid…
“Paul.” Adam was smirking. “You’re not moving.”
Paul swallowed. “Yes, sir.” He walked over to stand in front of Adam, his heart still pounding.
Adam slid off the bed and moved closer. When his hands connected with Paul’s chest, he smoothed them over the T-shirt, pausing to pay special attention to his nipples. Paul shivered at the light touch that seemed to have a direct link to his dick. Adam slid his hands lower until he reached the hem of the garment. He slipped his hands under the soft cotton and stroked Paul’s belly, making the muscles there jump and quiver beneath his fingers.
“Hands up,” he whispered, before tugging the shirt up and over Paul’s head, catching it on his ears. Paul caught his breath when Adam bent his head to kiss his bare shoulders, before licking a line down to his nipple. His mouth closed around the delicate nub of flesh and Paul stifled a groan. He was so lost in the sensation that he almost missed Adam unfastening the button on his waistband and slipping a hand between the fabric and Paul’s back, to edge lower until his fingers were in Paul’s crack. Paul let out a soft cry when a single finger tapped the base of the butt plug. He felt it vibrate all the way through him, reaching down into his balls and along his cock.
“Have I mentioned already how much I like it when you don’t wear underwear?” Adam said, pausing in his torture of Paul’s nipple, now swollen and tender.
“Y-you might have done,” Paul stammered out, gasping when Adam moved to the other nipple, lapping at it before sucking it between his teeth. His breathing quickened when Adam worked it until it too was swollen and hot. He pushed back with his hips, wanting more of Adam’s touch.
“Patience,” Adam said with a chuckle. He grasped the shorts and slowly eased them over Paul’s hips, dropping to his knees to kiss Paul’s groin as it was revealed. Paul’s dick sprang free, jerking. He shuddered to feel Adam’s nose pressed into the crease where leg met groin, Adam inhaling his scent. “Fuck, you smell good here.” He lowered Paul’s shorts all the way to the floor. “Step out of them,” he instructed. Paul complied. “Now toss them out of the way, somewhere I won’t trip over them.”
