Page 36 of Counterpoint
When he looked back Adrian’s heart skipped a beat, because there was the vulnerability, the trust, the hope he so wanted to pull from Dominic.Yes. Give me that.Like water in a desert, he wanted to drink Dominic down, pull them both into pleasure and comfort and that perfect moment where the world holds still.
He held Dominic’s gaze a moment longer, then turned to his bed, to where the leather cuffs still hung off the frame, trusting that Dominic would look, too—and yes. There was that hitch of breath.
He walked to the top of the bed and claimed the cuffs, and ran his fingers over the leather and metal. He’d used them on many partners, and it almost seemed like sacrilege to put them on Dominic, perhaps because there was more to this than merely claiming Dominic for the night. But he had no others that were this comfortable.
And, in the end, they were Adrian’s cuffs, not anyone else’s.
When he turned, Dominic met his gaze. His hands were still clasped behind his back, cock still hard and jutting, but that desperation was gone, replaced by a deeply rooted calm. “Please,” he said, his voice low and soft. “I want to know what it feels like.”
“And so you shall.” As Adrian closed in on Dominic, two thoughts coalesced in his mind. The first was that claimings went both ways. The other was that after tonight, he’d never use these cuffs on any other person.
Adrian gripped the cuffs and stepped forward.
* * *
Dom had never felt so liberated, free, and powerful as he did kneeling on the floor of Adrian’s bedroom, naked, and under Adrian’s command. All the pornos he’d seen and books he’d read with submission and BDSM—they seemed to have gotten this part wrong. Or maybe he hadn’t read the words right, because he probably ought to not feel like he could take over the world right now.
Then again, that’s how he felt when he put Domino on and walked onstage.
Yeah, he was nervous and so fucking turned on that every breath ached his balls and cock, but even when Adrian stroked his cheek and he shivered into the touch, that sense of calm and poise and power remained.
He’d do whatever Adrian asked because he could and chose to.
“Dominic.” His name was a caress on Adrian’s tongue. “You’ve truly never played before? Never done anything like this?”
“No. I—I’ve read about it, though.”
“Yes, so you said.” Laughter there. Adrian slipped behind Dom. From the shift of fabric and the creek of the floor, Dom guessed that Adrian too had knelt.
Fingers at Dom’s left wrist, somehow cool against his skin. “Loosen your arms for me.” Adrian’s breath was hot across the back of Dom’s neck.
He’d worn leather cuffs as part of Domino’s outfits. But he’d been the one to buckle them on himself. This—this was different. He was acutely aware of the smoothness and softness of the padding inside and the cool touch as the cuff tightened around his wrist. The tug wasn’t his own. Adrian’s hands held him, his fingers traced up Dom’s arms.
“I can’t get over all this ink,” Adrian murmured. “I want to taste every inch of you again.”
The weight of those words circled him like the leather band, and Dom shuddered, tendrils of pleasure sliding down into his balls and up into his head.
Then Adrian put the other cuff on, and somehow it was more intense this time. Still, that sense of power, but it was coupled with such a feeling of security. Of peace. That overlaid the desire and need and heightened every ounce of it.
He moaned. Couldn’t help it.
“God,” Adrian breathed. “You’re so fucking beautiful.” He brought Dom’s wrists close together, and there was a littleclick. “There you are.” Lips brushed the nape of Dom’s neck. “In my leather, with your hands bound behind your back. For me.”
“Yes.” The word came straight from his soul, and it was Adrian who moaned.
The floorboards echoed Dom’s groans as Adrian rose and came to stand in front of Dom.
Those strong fingers gripped Dominic’s chin. “I think I know what to do with that mouth of yours.”
God, yes. He wanted Adrian’s dick so badly. Wanted the salt and taste of him. The groans. “Bet you do.”
“I’m not going to be kind tonight, Dominic. I’ll fuck you how I like, including that throat of yours.”
It was a warning, but also a question, too, Dom realized. Still making sure this was fine, that Dom had no reservations. He smirked up at Adrian. “Bet I can take it.”
Yes, fuck yes. He wanted to be used, wanted it to be hard and raw and rough. Dom wanted it, trusted Adrian, and knew he would take care of him.
Adrian’s lips twitched, and he reached for his belt.
