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Elio slid his hand a little higher. “Make you what, Daddy?” When there was no response, Elio went higher still, teasing at the inseam just below James’s bulge. “Does it make you want to come in your pants, like a filthy slut?”
James sucked in a harsh breath. It was a good thing they were going about ten miles an hour in the campground with no traffic, because Elio was barely watching the road. James seemed to be a big fan of dirty talk. And some mild humiliation play.
Elio chuckled, raking his fingers along that seam. “You keep thinking about that, Daddy, while I tell you what I brought with me.”
James was practically panting, glassy eyed, by the time they reached the trail Elio had picked out.
They’d talked about toys. And pain play. And safewords. But for the last few minutes, all he’d done was told James to imagine what he wanted, while Elio stroked that tantalizing seam of his jeans.
Elio put the truck into park, gave James’s erection an affectionate pat, and said, “Wait for me,” before getting out.
Looked like Daddy enjoyed following commands, too.
Elio’s bag was in the back, and he debated tossing some things out that they certainly wouldn’t use, but ultimately left everything in. They’d agreed to start slowly, and Elio wanted to focus on sensation and the psychological experience of submission tonight. But better to be prepared if anything changed. He tucked two things into his back pockets, though.
James looked positively enchanted—a little bit shy and ridiculously pleased—when Elio helped him out of the truck. “This is crazy,” he said again.
Elio grinned. He couldn’t remember being with anyone who approached every little thing with such wonder.
Arms around each other and flashlights bobbing, they followed along the paved path. Elio remembered there was a little stream with a bridge right around… there. And just beyond it, several fallen logs. He wanted them well off the trail, but able to easily find their way back in the dark.
James followed him trustingly off the path and deeper into the woods. Elio found a good tree and tossed his bag to the ground. He flipped his flashlight into lantern mode, the soft glow throwing deep shadows all around them.
He wheeled on James, placing his hands on the man’s hips. “Been waiting for you all day,” he murmured.
“Ah?” James asked inarticulately. And perhaps even incredulously. Did he doubt how desirable he was?
Elio stepped forward, forcing James to step back. And again.
He could see the mild fear of walking blind and the answering arousal in his eyes. A delicious lesson in control and trust.
They made it four steps before James’s back hit the tree trunk. With a fifth step, Elio was caging him in, the hard lines of their bodies pressed together.
James was panting when Elio leaned in for a kiss.
He started it gentle, a contrast to the manhandling, but the sounds coming out of James’s mouth quickly had him diving deeper, fingers tangled harshly in his hair.
James gave and gave and gave, hungry for every swipe of Elio’s tongue, but never even attempting to take control. Elio could have kissed him all night.
James’s hands slowly crept up Elio’s body, squeezing less with purpose and more in reaction to each press or bite of his lips. Elio definitely wanted more of those hands on him… but not right now.
He grabbed one hand and lifted it over James’s head, eliciting a moan.
Elio took the cuffs from his back pocket and held them up in the lantern’s light. “They’re velcro. Won’t leave a mark unless you really struggle, and you can get yourself out if you just pull the tab. Ready to try them?”
James nodded. “I’m ready.”
“Say, ‘please put the cuffs on me, Elio.’”
James’s eyes flickered shut and then squeezed tight before he opened them and repeated the words in a throaty voice.
Elio rewarded him with a kiss. “Very good, Daddy.” He slipped one cuff around James’s wrist, then tossed the chain over the branch just above. “Give me your other arm.”
James raised it slowly. “Shouldn’t I, uh, take my clothes off first?”
“You let me worry about that, Daddy.” His sweatshirt had a zipper, and the t-shirt Elio could work around. Plus, it would be sexy choosing which parts of his body to reveal or cover.
When James’s arms were secure, dangling just a few inches below the branch, Elio dropped to his knees. “Ever had a man suck your cock, Daddy?”
