Page 32 of Love Lessons: Expanded Edition

Show me your safewords.

“Red and yellow,” Landon voiced while signing the words with both hands at the same time for emphasis. Well, the weird R thing and the word.

Something passed over Dustin’s face, but Landon couldn’t catch what it was. Anger? Fear? Sadness? Almost… remorse, maybe?

Then, his stern expression returned. No, that intensity went beyond just stern. He was fervent about this. I’m going to watch your hands. I may not understand your voice, but you can speak if you need to. And if I… if I don’t see you when you safeword, you need to let me know. Kick me if you need to. Yell.

Landon wished he could sign now, but it was difficult with the cuffs on. He hadn’t quite thought of this before, because except for a single scene, he’d always had hearing Doms who expected him to speak. His hands, his whole mode of communication, was usually so unavailable to him that binding his wrists didn’t make a difference.

He made sure Dustin was watching him and nodded clearly to show his understanding.

Good, Dustin confirmed. I want to be safe with you and give you what you need. That hint of worry had come back.

Yeah, something really bad must have gone down with Dustin in the past and he was still beating himself up over it.

Landon crossed his wrists and squeezed his hands into fists, then pointed to Dustin as well as he could. It was something like the sign for either TRUST or CONFIDENCE, and either would work here. I trust you.

And then Dustin was kissing him, devouring his mouth and exploring with tongue and lips and teeth. Landon melted into it, moaning as Dustin grabbed a handful of his hair and gripped his chin to position him exactly as he wanted him.

The buttons of Dustin’s shirt dug into his chest and Landon could feel the ridge of his zipper sliding along his own shaft. This was that delicious feeling of being helpless and small that Landon craved.

They kissed for what seemed like forever, Dustin’s body still hovering over his and not quite touching, while Landon just gave and gave and gave. Anything that Dustin wanted.

Then Dustin started touching him. Light caresses and rough scratches. Harsh nips and deep, massaging strokes. Landon was already on edge, and this confusing whirl of sensations had him breathless and overwhelmed in the best way.

His wrists tugged against the cuffs every time he moved, and that just made it better. He loved that feeling of being helpless to do anything but accept whatever Dustin chose to do with him.

Dustin sat back on Landon’s thighs while he surveyed his work. He was still fully dressed, his jeans a little rough. Landon wanted that roughness on his dick, but he could already tell he wasn’t going to get it for a long time.

The most intense part, though, was the way Dustin watched him. There was hunger there, but also a fierce concentration. Like he wanted to take Landon apart and learn all of his secrets.

Landon felt squirmy and exposed, almost embarrassed, at being watched that way. Other Doms liked to watch his body. They often turned his face away without thinking about it, bending him over their laps or a piece of furniture or up against a wall, even though it meant he couldn’t see their commands.

But Dustin was just watching him, gazing deep into his eyes.

Landon wanted to close his eyes, but he couldn’t. There was something in the way that Dustin paid attention to him that he couldn’t look away from. It was intoxicating, frightening and glorious all at once.

Then Dustin drew his fingers down the side of Landon’s ribs, and he couldn’t help but arch up, seeking more of what he wanted.

Dustin’s eyes widened. He did it again, a gentle touch. Then he dug in with his nails. Landon squirmed and cried out.

Fuck. Fuck! That always drove him crazy. He didn’t know why he was put together this way, with the sides of his chest more sensitive than the typical places like his nipples or his neck.

Sometimes he told people about that space along his ribs, but it got frustrating when they forgot. Or they treated it like it was a magic trick that let them skip all the other foreplay. Dustin was the only one who’d figured it out on his own.

And, God, Dustin wasn’t stopping. Instead of touching Landon’s whole body, he concentrated all of his motions on those narrow strips of skin that always made Landon crazy. He was testing and teasing, stroking and pinching and clawing. And his eyes never left Landon’s face.

No one had ever explored him so carefully. Maybe it was because Dustin was new to things. Maybe just because of how he was. But it was almost like Landon wasn’t just being dominated but… adored. Worshiped. Like he was the one being served instead of the other way around.

Even that thought was driven from his head when Dustin found it. That perfect point just under his armpit, right above the top of his ribs. The one that drove him wild. The one that no one else could get quite right, if they even bothered to try.

Landon sucked in a breath, begging with his eyes for Dustin please, please not to stop. Dustin dug in hard, thumbs driving into flesh, painfully scraping against the bones beneath.

Landon screamed and thrashed. Oh fuck, fuck, fuck. That was it. He was going to come like this. It was too much. Too painfully, powerfully erotic. He felt tears leaking from his eyes and pre-cum leaking from his cock. He was going to have deep bruises later and all he wanted was more. He was so close. He just needed...

Very slowly, so slowly he almost didn’t notice it, Dustin eased off. Those two glorious points still hurt, the bruising real, even as Dustin soothed over the skin with his hands.

Dustin looked at him like he was the most amazing thing he had ever seen.