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“We have several security people led by Zeke Squire, a very capable man, and he makes sure that nothing gets out of hand. We want everyone to have a safe and pleasurable experience here at Zephyr.” Cross moved so that he was a few inches behind Autry as he continued to touch the toys laid out and take in the room's ambiance.
Cross took Autry’s hand that was holding a finely woven leather whip and gently took the item and set it aside. He then turned Autry to face him, still holding his hand, and looked into his eyes, gauging his interest and acceptance. “Do you want to try something with me, little one?” He said and then followed with, “I think you do.” Autry looked transfixed, staring up at him with eyes that pleaded but incapable of asking for what he wanted. Cross could work with that.
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Autry felt his body moving of its own accord. His mind seemed to be disconnected. The draw he felt to this man was something he’d never experienced before. It pulled on his heart and mind and made him want everything he was so gently offering.
Cross was discussing dominant and submissive and the daddy lifestyle, all things Autry wanted to try but was too embarrassed to actively seek out. Now here it was in the form of a drop-dead gorgeous man, and he was offering it up on a silver platter, and all Autry could do was stare and mumble.
“Come with me.” He said, and Autry followed dutifully. There was the arm around his shoulders, and suddenly his jacket was removed and laid carefully upon a soft table. The coolness of the room caressed his bare arms, as did Cross’s soft hands. He was leading him, guiding him and Autry was there for it.
Cross brought him to a long, padded bench that he called the prelude bench, and they sat down. “This room is amazing.” He didn’t know how else to describe it. “What’s that used for?” He pointed to a barrel-shaped piece of equipment that stood on four legs, was deeply padded, and had innumerable hooks and eyes.
“Bondage barrel, it’s used for any number of physical activities and is useful when using ropes or straps to immobilize and is excellent for spankings.” Cross didn’t have to go into further explanation, Autry understood, and as he looked about the room, the other items and their uses became clear.
The large cross in the corner under the amber lights was both intimidating and exciting. He wondered what physical activities he and Cross could get up to on that thing. His mind was betraying him every which way it could, and he was helpless to control the flood of salacious thoughts and images ravaging his mind. He took a deep breath and turned to Cross, who was smoothing his palm up and down Autry’s bare arm. It sent a titillating prickly sensation up his arm and down his spine to pool in his groin.
“Can anyone see us in here?” He’d said that Zeke made sure no one was hurt in these rooms, so Autry assumed there was a way to monitor them. He didn’t want to think about someone watching them if what he thought was about to happen happened.
“I turned off the monitors, and just so we’re clear, my staff are not voyeurs. Zeke views the monitors, and no one else and nothing is ever recorded. He only checks them if he gets a scent of trouble brewing in one of the rooms. We respect everyone’s privacy here.” Cross seemed to need me to understand that he didn’t treat his customers or this business lightly or disrespectfully.
“I wasn’t judging.” Autry tried to make clear. “I just didn’t want to be on display if these rooms were entertainment for more than just the occupants.” Cross moved closer, and his hand was then on Autry’s stomach, not moving, just spreading a heady warmth.
“Not an exhibitionist then?” Cross teased with a smile that seared into Autry’s heart. It was the stuff of intimate, sensual moments.
“I’m sure you run into your fair share in a place like this, but I prefer my intimacies to remain intimate.” He wasn’t a prude but wasn’t into sex as a performance art either. Did he just think the word sex out loud in his brain? Yes, he did, and how could he not with the perfect masculine specimen of sex and masculinity sitting so close to him and giving him so much attention.
“No one will ever see you but me, and I can promise you that.” Cross moved closer still, and Autry felt his hand slip under his t-shirt and caress the naked skin beneath. Sex seemed like a definite possibility growing between them. Sensational chills raced up his torso, and a tremble shook his body. Next, there were lips against his neck sucking and licking, setting him on fire.
“Do you want this Autry? Do you want to be my boy . . . for tonight?” He whispered a wicked tone into Autry’s ear and nipped at his earlobe before returning to laving his neck with wet kisses.
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Cross was pushing the limits, but he could feel Autry’s desire because it was filling the air in the room. He wanted this. He wanted to feel the freedom of being controlled. He just didn’t know how to ask for it. He had said ‘for tonight’ to not frighten his shy mate away.
If he’d told him this was a lifetime commitment, it probably wouldn’t have gone over well, but that’s exactly how Cross felt about it. This, here, tonight, was just the beginning the getting to know one another, for he planned a lifetime of love, excitement, and discovery with this gorgeous little human.
He stood up and took Autry’s hand, pulling him to his feet and directing him over to the St. Andrews Cross. He pulled the straps and velvet ropes from the hooks. He showed them to Autry and let him touch them before draping them over a nearby table.
Autry started to nod his head vigorously, and his pupils blew wide as he stared up at Cross. “I want to try this . . . with you.”
“You want to be my boy, my sweetness, my baby?” With pure desire, Cross let every word drip from his lips, and his eyes traveled Autry’s body. He ran his hand down his back and cupped that perfectly round ass in the palm of his hand.
“Yes . . . for tonight.” He added that bit as a nervous disclaimer, but Cross was confident that one night with him, his Fated Mate, would never be enough. Cross kissed him on the lips pulling Autry to him with one arm. He explored the soft sensation of his plump red lips before ending the kiss and lightly swatting his ass.
Autry turned toward the St. Andrews Cross and looked it over for a few seconds before taking a step forward. Cross slipped his hands up Autry’s sides and slid off Autry's t-shirt, baring him to the waist. His body was so seductive smooth, tan, and a mixture of firm and soft, all in the right places.
Cross was having trouble slowing his pace as he wanted to rip the jeans off Autry and slam inside to mark and claim what was his. A deep breath and a gentle touch, he told himself, as he raised Autry’s hands over his head and took the leather straps with the silver buckles, and secured his wrists to the smooth, warm dark wood.
He rubbed his hands up and down Autry’s arms, ensuring he was not cramped or restricted. “How does that feel?” He asked and continued to rub Autry’s arms and sides, stopping at the waistband of his jeans.
“Good, I’m good.” He stated breathlessly, and the sound was intoxicating.
“Flex your fingers and make sure there is proper blood flow,” Cross instructed, and when Autry’s mind was on his hands, Cross slipped both hands around him and cupped his growing bulge squeezing his hard cock and holding it firm. Autry gasped and then groaned, eliciting a chuckle from Cross. “Yes, just like that, baby.” He said to him and then kissed across his bare shoulders. The warmth and the scent were driving him crazy.
Autry’s breathing was labored, and his heart was racing. “Do you want me to take you like this, boy? Are you ready to feel me stretch you and fill you full?”
“Yes, yes, daddy.” Autry did not hesitate this time. His need was growing just like Cross’ was growing and the use of the endearment seemed to come out naturally. Their bond was taking shape, and their connection was controlling them.
