Page 49 of Love Language

I want you to make me forget.

That was good, but not focused enough. Greg needed a little more. What else?

I want you to make me cry.

Oh, fuck. Greg’s words sent a bolt of lust through his body. Not at the idea of causing pain, but at that level of trust. At the gift Greg was giving him.

He let Greg see his desire. I want to give you that.

It’s hard for me to cry, Greg added.

Lucky bastard. Even on T, Marco knew that he cried more easily than most cis guys.

What could I do to make you cry?

Greg tilted his head. A lot of pain, I guess. Fear, maybe. Greg didn’t seem sure.

Marco wasn’t sure either. Pain he could dole out in measured quantities. Fear, not so much. This might not be as easy as he thought.

Looking back, he’d never seen Greg cry. Not when he’d had the nightmare. Not that first night, when he’d assumed the handsome stranger was balling in his arms. When Greg had pulled back, his eyes had been dry.

If it was that difficult for him to cry, Marco wasn’t actually sure he could stomach beating him that much. Spanking someone into a state of euphoria was one thing, but tears of anguish were quite different.

Maybe he really couldn’t live up to what Greg needed.

The only thing he could really think of was finding some way to push Greg to his emotional and physical limits before applying pain, and then using it judiciously.

Which meant… predicament bondage.

Marco absolutely loved it, but he hadn’t tried it with Greg yet. Hopefully it would be what he needed.

Marco spun through the options in his head. There were quite a few positions that he could use where Greg would be laying down or kneeling, but if he was gearing up to cry, he would need to start with something a little more intense.

He paused for a moment to make sure that he had a solid plan in his head. And look absolutely confident. Greg needed that from him.

We’re going to try something different tonight. Before we begin, I want to check in about your body, because this is going to be intense. Do you have any pain anywhere? Even if it’s your little toe I want to know about it.

Greg closed his eyes, taking stock, and then shook his head. I probably sat for too long today without stretching my back, but it’s fine.

Marco made a mental note to work on that later. Good. You have ten minutes to use the bathroom, take a shower if you want, and then present yourself naked in the bedroom. Do you understand?

Greg signed his agreement, his breath already speeding up and his eyes alight. He needed this.

Marco couldn’t help but lean down and kiss his forehead before he allowed him to stand. You’re going to make me so proud.

Marco went quickly to his bedroom, knowing that Greg would be frantically preparing himself in the bathroom as soon as he left the room. He needed to gather a few things from around the apartment, but most of what he needed was in his closet.

Quickly, he laid everything out on his bed and then covered it with a scrap of fabric. He wanted this to be a surprise.

He grabbed a step stool from the kitchen, laced two long ropes through the hook on his ceiling, and then tested one of them with his full weight. He’d tested the hook when he put it in, but he absolutely needed it to be safe for Greg tonight. Then, he hid one of the free weights that he kept in his office under the corner of his bed.

This was the part of a scene that wasn’t as sexy, and he smirked remembering Greg’s amazement when he’d gotten to “peek behind the curtain.” He didn’t see the need for all the theatrics most of the time, but tonight he wanted to build the anticipation.

It had been about ten minutes, so he just stood in the room and waited, playing through the scene in his mind.

Marco first knew that Greg was coming when he felt the thunder of his feet when he raced down the hallway, and then abruptly slowed to a walk outside the door. Absolutely adorable.

He hadn’t meant to make the ten-minute limit a challenge, just keep Greg from getting sucked back into his memories while he got ready. It sounded like that part had been successful.