Page 35 of Counterpoint
“Yes.” A breathless answer.
“Good. I want you to go up there, strip off every last bit of clothing you’re wearing, and I want you kneeling with your hands behind your back before I join you. You’re going to have about three minutes, and I don’t want to be disappointed. Do you think you can do that?”
Dominic shuddered. His eyes were wide and clear, and he swallowed before answering, “Yeah.”
“Good.” Adrian let go of the tie and stepped away. “Go.”
Dominic swayed for an instant, then moved quickly toward the stairs. He didn’t run—nothing so frantic as that—he just moved at a very determined pace. He was out of sight and on the second floor in no time at all.
Adrian palmed himself through his pants. Oh, he would enjoy every second of this. Dominic responded beautifully to commands, and he had a feeling placing his cuffs around those wrists would turn Dominic inside out.
And if he indulged in the deep, deep satisfaction of being the first man to ever tie Dominic Bradley up, well, maybe that was only natural.
The only firsts he’d ever had the pleasure of being part of before were his own.
After pouring and drinking a glass of water in the kitchen, Adrian headed upstairs. He hadn’t been timing Dominic—he hadn’t even intended to. The creaking of the floorboards above his head did stop pretty rapidly nonetheless, and Adrian savored how Dominic might feel.
The nervousness. The anticipation. The desire to please.
Not unfamiliar emotions, since he had all of them as well, though he knew it couldn’t be the same.
Still, when he entered his bedroom, nothing prepared him for the sight of Dominic naked and kneeling, hands at the small of his back, head slightly bowed. He’d positioned himself at the foot of the bed. Not too close, though—there was still enough space for Adrian to walk completely around Dominic.
The wood floors sounded as Adrian entered, and Dominic shivered, but didn’t look over.
Adrian never spoke right away—part of it was to savor the quiver and shake of his submissive while they waited to see if there was praise or scolding.
Tonight, most of his lack of speech was due to Dominic taking his breath away.
Dominic was fucking gorgeous on his knees anddelightfulto watch. Flushed. Hard. Nearly panting as he tried to control his breathing. So turned on and wound tight. He was someone who needed release in the worse way.
A gift to Adrian—and he’d return that to Dominic, with interest.
He paused behind Dominic, watching but not touching. Silent and waiting. Some submissives spoke around now, to ask if Adrian was pleased. Dominic raised his head slightly, but didn’t say a damn thing—and that alone nearly made Adrian groan in pleasure. He hadn’t asked for silence, but he also hadn’t given any other commands but strip and kneel. Yet Dominic waited. And waited. Controlled. Bound, even without leather. Without even knowing.
God, this would be a pleasure.
Dominic’s clothing was folded into a pile on the dresser. Adrian continued past him and slipped off his own suit jacket, folded it, and set it next to Dominic’s clothing. He turned and started in on his tie.
An ever-so-slight movement from Dominic. He didn’t move his head, but he was obviously watching Adrian from the corners of his eyes.
Good. There was that heady mix of soft and hard in Dominic—the need to obey and the strength to do it.
Adrian took his time sliding off his tie, then worked the buttons of his shirt free before stripping that off, too. He left the suit pants on for now.
Dominic shook, and his lips were parted as he strove to take in enough air.
Adrian couldn’t help the smile as he spoke. “You’re magnificent, Dominic.”
Instant flush. Dominic’s head bowed and his mouth snapped shut. But some of the tension was gone, melting into pleasure.
“I find it hard to believe you’ve never knelt for anyone before.”
Dominic straightened and looked at Adrian. “I’ve knelt plenty of times before, but neverforanyone.”
“But you’re kneelingforme.”
A slow nod, and Dominic’s gaze turned inward. “For myself, too. But yeah, for you.”
