Page 18 of Whirlwind

A much longer piece of fabric fell around his back, then flowed under his arms. “Hands down.” The fabric crossed his chest, and then it seemed that Julio was tying it around the back of his neck. We he wearing… a dress?

The lace brushed his nipples with every movement Julio made, and he knew that his cock must be sticking out obscenely. He didn’t want to think about what he really looked like, because in his head he felt beautiful and dirty, the image in his head not at all what he must look like to Julio.

Julio placed a hand on his bound wrists, now covered by a layer of lace. “Open your eyes.”

Taylor found himself looking right into the mirror on the bureau.

Julio had indeed wrapped the white lace around him into a sort of dress, though it was completely indecent. The two ends of the fabric crossed just beneath his neck making a V, but below that they fell open. The gap showed just a glimpse of his sternum, but continued outward in a triangle that framed his red, dripping cock. The edges of the fabric rested just at the outside edges of his feet.

He couldn’t help staring at himself. He actually… liked what he saw. It wasn’t just the lace; he had a few outfits at home that turned him on, but it was nothing like this.

He felt like Julio had transformed him. Made him into something sexy. Something to put on display. His cock was still enormous, but the way that it was framed by the delicate lace made him feel like it was exposed there just for Julio’s gaze.

He looked up in the mirror to meet those deep, black eyes, and all he could see was care and lust.

Julio was standing just behind him and to the side, one hand still gently closed around his bound wrists. Without breaking eye contact in the mirror, he lifted two fingers of the other hand and pressed them to Taylor’s lips. The slight pressure sent a zing through him.

Julio gave a slight nod. Another silent, sexy command. Suck.

Taylor drew the fingers into his mouth and felt Julio’s other hand stiffen around his bound wrists. God, how hot was that, feeling Julio respond to him. He felt oddly… powerful. He could do this to Julio.

He curled his tongue around the fingers, kissing and sucking them until Julio groaned.

Julio removed his wet fingers, and they both watched in the mirror as he placed them on Taylor’s nipple. He rubbed lightly, but the scratch of the lace and the contrast of the wet glide and dry friction turned it into a storm of sensations. He whimpered, mouth open and gasping.

Julio’s fingers closed into a sharp pinch, made rougher by the lace. He cried out. And then Julio was licking the nipple gently, through the fabric. Every nerve was attuned to that wet tongue and the flick of sharp teeth.

His knees felt weak, and he swayed forward, pressing into Julio’s teasing mouth. He felt almost dizzy. Lost. Needy.

Julio looked up, without stopping the onslaught. He took in Taylor’s face, and then straightened.

“Come here, pretty baby. I’ve got you.”

Taylor didn’t know what he needed, but he trusted Julio to provide it. Julio led him around to the other side of the bed, with one hand on his bound wrists.

He drew the lacy wrap out of the way of Taylor’s knees and guided him to kneel on the edge. The position felt precarious, without his arms available to break his fall, even though he knew he’d just fall onto the bed.

Trust. Julio would take care of him.

Julio slipped around beside him, then sat with his back against the headboard. With both hands, he guided Taylor forward until he was lying over his lap.

Taylor moved hesitantly, reluctant to commit to leaning forward, but Julio was there to catch him. It was awkward and he felt vulnerable and unattractive. But at the same time, he was dizzy with desire and gratified that he could let go without having to worry about falling.

He felt the lace draped over him, and his shoulder muscles were just starting to ache from the unusual position his hands had been forced into. He pulled slightly against the lace binding his wrists, attempting to get comfortable, and realized he wouldn’t be able to.

But pulling against the restraint was its own reward. His exposed cock lay between Julio’s thighs, the tip nudging the comforter, and it felt obscene.

Julio ran his hands over the lacy wrap, from shoulder to knee. He paused on each journey to rub and massage Taylor’s ass. “How many spankings do you get?”

Oh, shit. The spankings were going to be now? He probably should have figured that out based on the position, but he’d been too overwhelmed and aroused to think about what was coming next.

Would they hurt? Would he like them? What would happen if he asked to stop? What if he only liked gentle ones and Julio was too rough?

Julio pinched his ear, cutting through his worry. “How many spankings?”

That was right. It wasn’t his responsibility to worry about all this. Julio would decide. Julio would take care of him.

“Seven, Sir.” The honorific rolled off his tongue.