Page 50 of Love Language

When Greg burst through the door, he was wet and tousled, cheeks flushed from the heat of the shower and the sprint down the hall. His limbs swung without coordination and Marco could visibly observe him transition into the intentional grace of a trained submissive.

The trained responses were sexy, but it was that unconscious eagerness, the run down the hall, that made Marco’s heart melt.

He wondered if he could train Greg back out of all that training, but that was a question for another day.

Greg slowed to a halt, shoulders back, legs evenly holding his weight, one hand clasping the other behind his back. His whole body was on display, and Marco couldn’t help following the line of his chest hair, just starting to gray, as it led down to his half-hard cock.

Greg looked down, then remembered that Marco didn’t like that and looked up to meet his eyes.

Come here, Marco signed with two fingers.

Greg glided over to him, then resumed his perfect posture. He was standing now directly under the eye hook in the ceiling. He must have noticed the rope that dangled beside him, but he hadn’t given any indication.

Marco took a moment to study his face. He could see the sorrow that haunted his eyes, but also the excitement for what was coming and the trust that he held in Marco. He’d asked to cry, but he wasn’t being reckless, so Marco felt comfortable moving forward.

With some subs, he might have talked them through it, but he’d quickly realized that Greg preferred to be surprised.

Stepping behind Greg, he grabbed the first item from the bed and then presented it to Greg. The handcuffs needed little explanation, and Greg extended his hands on Marco’s nod.

He quickly slipped them on, then tied one rope to the center loop. Pulling on the other end of the rope, he monitored Greg’s shoulders as he forced his hands over his head. When they were as high as he could make them without forcing Greg to lift his heels from the floor, he tied off the rope to the other hook mounted on his wall.

He watched Greg shift and then settle into the confinement. Already, he seemed calmer.

Marco stroked his cheek. How are you doing, sweetheart? Are your shoulders OK? Wrists?

Greg nodded, an encouraging smile on his face.

You can grab the leather above the cuffs, he pointed out. Try it now.

Greg complied, then let his hands dangle again. Marco held back a smirk at Greg’s innocent assumption that he wouldn’t need to use it.

Show me your safewords.

Greg shaped one hand into an R and shook it for red, then made a Y and signed yellow. He shook his head rapidly to indicate “no” as a third option.

Very good. Marco stood on his tiptoes and Greg bent his head down for a quick, sweet kiss.

Fuck, he was sexy like this. Completely vulnerable and open, bound and trusting Marco to give him what he needed. Marco felt his own body pulse with arousal.

He walked behind Greg, dragging his hands eagerly over his soft belly and firm muscles. God, he couldn’t get enough of touching him.

He took a moment to massage Greg’s back, remembering that it had been bothering him. This was more about pampering him than moving into the scene, but since he was the Dom, he got to do what he wanted to.

He felt Greg relax, letting himself dangle a bit from the cuffs. Marco’s own body relaxed with it, getting in tune with his sub.

Keeping one hand on him, he picked up the lube and applied a generous amount to two fingers. He started with one and enjoyed preparing Greg’s ready body. He kept his front pressed to Greg’s back, feeling each thrust and wriggle as his sub opened to him.

When he introduced the lubed anal hook, Greg was tense but ready. He worked it in easily as Greg pressed back against him.

He tied the other end to the rope, but didn’t yet pull it tight.

He kissed and licked his way around Greg’s back, across his underarms, and to his chest, knowing that the light and sweet touches would provide a counterpoint to what he was about to do.

He held up the clamps for Greg’s inspection, his heart thumping as Greg’s eyes widened. He was so open. So damn willing, putting both his nerves and his desire out there for Marco to hold.

Marco nibbled and sucked at one nipple while matching the movements of the other with his fingers. When Greg was squirming and panting, he pulled out and affixed the first clamp and then its twin, letting the chain dangle between them.

Greg’s eyes were wide and his mouth open, probably screaming. His cock was very, very hard, though and he gave no sign of wanting to stop amidst his gasping breaths.