Page 23 of The Best Bad Decision

I’d made it clear I wouldn’t do anything to restrain him this time but we’d left the door open for it later. This was the first time I was using the idea in a fantasy, though, so I wasn’t sure how he would respond. “I…”

I’d obviously given him something new to overthink because he didn’t seem to know how he was going to respond either.

That didn’t seem to bother him, though, because his body lost some of its rigidity as he considered the question, so I just kept touching him and slowly letting him get used to me. It took another full circle for him to sort through his thoughts and he had me very curious. “The idea of my tie being wrinkled or damaged is distracting.”

Interesting.

Stopping behind him again, I took his hands and crossed his wrists behind his back, barely holding them together. “What if I bought you a tie just for playing? Not one of your work ones but a tie you’d only wear when I wanted to restrain you?”

His soft thinking sound said more than his silence but that was telling too. “That’s a reasonable compromise.”

Good to know…but how did he feel about it?

I kept one hand looped around his wrists and stepped to the side so I could stroke my hand over his chest. We weren’t in the right headspace yet but he was more relaxed which was a great start.

“Would you pick it out?” The question was interesting but not surprising. “That way it would be completely separate.”

I loved the way his brain processed things.

“Yes. I’d like to pick out any toys I use on you.” Running my hand over his chest and down his torso, I leaned in and pressed a kiss to his neck. “It’d make me feel possessive.”

He made a quiet hum, relaxing into the kiss before the words hit him and he gave a tiny jerk. “Possessive?”

I gave a low, agreeing sound before kissing him again and stroking higher to brush over his nipples. “Knowing you’re wearing things or using toys I bought you would give me a thrill.”

Blinking as he processed, his mind worked as his body responded quietly to my touch. “I never thought about feeling possessive of someone in that way.”

Maybe not, but he’d probably thought about being owned even if he’d labeled it differently.

“I like little things like that. It turns me on and just makes me happy.” Barely caressing him, I shifted my hand so I could brush my fingers low on his neck. “Like how some subs wear jewelry that’s considered a collar…a necklace or a watch. There are all kinds of options.”

His Adam’s apple bobbed as I softly ran my finger over it. “I’ve…I’ve heard of collars but I hadn’t thought about the options.”

Hmm…maybe he hadn’t let himself think about the options but he’d wanted to. The look in his eyes made that obvious.

“I like the idea of a watch where every time you look down at it you’d have to think about me.” He liked it too based on how his body tensed. “I could set alarms on a watch too. Little points where you have to think about me and what I was going to do to you later.”

The tiny shift of his hips said he liked something about it.

“I could set an alarm at three in the afternoon and tell you to think about kissing me or one just after you wake up in the morning so you have to think about me using you to get off.” Oh…he liked that one.

His entire body lit up and every muscle clenched for a moment before he tried to relax. “I’d make you close your eyes and picture me grinding my cock against yours or humping my dick between your thighs until you’re covered in my cum.”

The tension flashed back but it was shorter that time.

“How else could I use you to get off?” Tightening my hold on his hands, I pulled them down just enough to open his chest. “All these muscles make me think of straddling your chest and using it to jerk off against.”

He really was built for someone who worked in an office all day, but he blinked like he’d never thought about that before glancing down at his chest. “That’s…”

Not a bad idea.

“I like the idea of making you wear my cum.” Stroking my hand over his chest like I was rubbing it in, I made a low hum and rocked forward to fuck myself against his hip. “I could paint you with it and then lick it off you.”

I was going to have more detailed questions about how the physical side of his relationships with men had gone but for the time being I ignored how confused that seemed to make him. “Or should I have you imagine sucking my cock every morning?”

That sounded fun too.

“Then at the exact same time I’d be over here jerking off thinking about your mouth wrapped around my dick.” And we were back to being lit up like it was fucking Christmas. “What time should I have the alarm to edge yourself go off? Hmm…lunch? Just before you left for the day?”