Page 51 of Love Unlimited

Landon nodded, feeling almost dizzy at the idea. Ropes sounded glorious. Exactly what he needed to keep him anchored and let him float away.

He knew that Daddy had been reading up on rope bondage and gone to a couple demonstrations, but it didn’t really matter whether they did anything fancy tonight. Landon just loved being bound.

Daddy gave him another lingering kiss that had all of his muscles melting, from the bite of Daddy’s fingers in his scalp down to toes.

Go to the bathroom if you need to, and then lay down on the bed. Daddy’s going to take care of his boy.

Landon practically floated down the hall. He didn’t really need to pee, but better to go now than take a chance. He didn’t want anything to interrupt their scene. While he was in there, he wiped himself down quickly with a washcloth, dipping under his PJs to make sure he was fresh everywhere.

When he finished, Daddy was digging around in the closet, so he flopped down on the bed. Daddy was taking a long time, and he rubbed his face against the blanket. He was feeling sensuous, and he loved the soft feel of the plush against his skin. When there wasn’t enough of it in front of him, he pulled it up to wrap up his arms and bury his face.

The only thing better was Daddy sliding a warm hand up his leg. Maybe he could just hide here in his cocoon and let Daddy feel him up everywhere. Landon rocked his hips back and nuzzled into the warmth when Daddy did it again, his wide hand creeping up to cup his ass.

Daddy finally pulled back the blankets. Is everything OK? Are you cold?

No. Feels good. It’s soft. He snuggled his cheek into it.

God, Danger. Daddy looked awed. Sometimes I just can’t get over how gorgeous you are. Daddy stroked one finger over the cuffs around his wrist, trailed up his arm, and then down his thin pajama shirt. My perfect debauched angel.

Landon nuzzled into the blanket again. Sometimes he didn’t quite believe Daddy about being gorgeous, but tonight he wanted to soak it all in. He loved feeling transgressive and cute, a gawky boy in unicorn pajamas and leather cuffs, and it was clear that Daddy enjoyed the contrast just as much as he did.

Do you still want ropes tonight?

Landon nodded eagerly. Nothing rough. I just want to feel. I want to be… wrapped up.

Daddy’s eyes widened, and Landon’s heart beat a little faster. He knew that look now, when Daddy was planning out a scene.

Let me undress you, then. Daddy started with his shirt, his wide hands slowly traveling underneath it, lighting sparks across his skin.

Landon turned on his back and started to lift his hands to help, but Daddy pulled them back, pressing his wrists into the mattress. That’s Daddy’s job.

Oh, God yes. There was something about that form of intentional helplessness, the way that Daddy didn’t expect him to even move on his own, that turned him on even more than being bound. He drew in a shuddering breath, letting his muscles go lax and languid while his cock grew harder.

Daddy worked the shirt up to his neck, all warm hands and soft kisses with just a hint of roughness from the scruff on his chin. He followed the path with the plush blanket, tracing patterns and letting it trail along Landon’s sensitive skin.

Daddy left the blanket there as he worked one of Landon’s arms out of his sleeves and then the other, turning his body as he needed to. There was a kind of lazy cooperation in letting Daddy manipulate his limbs, and it made him feel small and very taken care of. Daddy kissed down his arm, his beard adding a scratchy thrill, and then pulled the shirt over his head.

I think I love seeing you in everything you wear, Daddy told him. But this may be the sexiest thing I’ve ever seen you in.

Landon tilted his head, asking wordlessly for an explanation.

It’s just so perfect for my Danger Boy. You’re so edgy and grown up with your mascara, but the unicorns remind me you’re still my little boy. It makes me think of all sorts of wicked things, but I can’t tell whether I want to snuggle you up or take you apart. He made the first sign for snuggling with two hands cupped over each other on his heart, and then tore them roughly apart.

Both please, Daddy, he lifted his hands to sign. He was feeling like Danger now, immersed in the role. It was strange signing someone’s name in ASL, but God, it was addictive saying it like this, feeling dirty and grateful and so desperately needy for something only Daddy could provide.

Don’t worry. I’ve got you. You just lay still.

Daddy picked up the corner of the blanket again and ran it over Danger’s arms and down his chest, then over the erection tenting his loose cotton pants.

Danger tried to arch up, but remembered he was supposed to be holding still.

Little boy, Daddy addressed him. What do you have hiding in these cute little pants?

Nothing, Daddy? Good. It seemed like he was allowed to move if he was communicating. And he was really enjoying the dirty talk.

This doesn’t feel like nothing, Daddy commented, giving him a stroke through the thin fabric.

I guess I’m hard, Daddy. He felt his cheeks flush with a layer of embarrassment that hadn’t been there a moment before. Even signing the words, his finger flicking out like a dick, was a little embarrassing when Daddy was being all grown up about it.