occupied a little basket on the table.
Leaning back in his chair and stretching out his legs beneath the long mahogany table, Tayton idly tried to work out what this particular date might commemorate. No doubt, his pet would tell him when he was ready, but guessing had become half the fun of these unexpected celebrations.
The one-year anniversary of the first time he’d flogged the younger man? Three months since they first explored the possibilities of suspension bondage?
Denny’s bare footsteps made no sound as he hurried back into the dining room carrying a tray bearing Tayton’s favorite meal. The scent of the steak reminded Tayton it had been a long time since he’d eaten, but that wasn’t the most important consideration running through his mind.
There was only one plate on the tray, only one place laid at the table. The plate didn’t contain a double portion designed to be shared either.
“Have you already eaten?”
“I’m not hungry, thank you, sir.”
Tayton studied the younger man’s profile very carefully. He was as stunning as ever, but as Tayton took in more details, he realized the boy was also full to the brim with nerves.
A frown touched the corners of Tayton’s eyes. He’d never seen any hint of anxiety from Denny regarding any of his previous impromptu celebrations. Tayton absentmindedly nodded his acceptance of his lover fasting on this particular occasion, but all his attention was now firmly fixed on trying to work out what the hell Denny could be so nervous about celebrating.
They’d been together for over a year, but Tayton was quite sure that he’d been away on a business trip twelve months ago to the day. That left some sort of six-month milestone, or maybe a three-month? Tayton glanced at Denny as the submissive knelt on a cushion at his side, waiting patiently for some opportunity to serve.
The steak gradually disappeared from Tayton’s plate, along with each of the side dishes.
“Excellent, as always.” Tayton ran his fingers through the younger man’s hair as he consumed the last scrap of food and sat back in his chair.
Denny wasn’t so nervous that he couldn’t blush at a compliment. Ducking his head, as if that would stop his master noticing his slightly heightened color, he quickly rose and cleared away the plate.
Now that Tayton was looking for the signs, it was all too easy to see the submissive’s shoulders were knotted with tension. Unwilling to have the boy wandering out of his sight until he’d worked out what was going on with him, Tayton followed him to the kitchen.
Denny stood by the sink, counting things off on his fingers as he worked through some mental to-do list. Walking up behind him very quietly, Tayton slid his hands around the smaller man’s waist and pulled him back until his arse was pressed tightly against his own crotch.
Denny gasped as Tayton settled his hands on his hipbones and pressed his erection against his backside through his trousers. An unexpected sensation against Tayton’s fly informed him that it wasn’t only Denny’s enthusiasm for celebrating anniversaries that was keeping him hard despite of his nerves.
Slipping a hand between their bodies, Tayton slid two fingers down the cleft between Denny’s buttocks until they pressed against the plug lodged firmly in Denny’s arse. It vibrated gently against Tayton’s fingertips as he jostled it within the tight hole.
Denny whimpered as he swayed back against Tayton.
“Have you been keeping yourself ready for me all day?” Tayton whispered in his ear.
Denny nodded. It seemed to be the only kind of answer he was capable of right then.
Smiling to himself, Tayton reached around Denny with his other hand and ran his palm up the boy’s torso until one of his fingers brushed across a pretty pink nipple.
Denny whimpered and bit down hard on his bottom lip.
Tayton murmured his approval into Denny’s ear. “Have you been making sure you’re nice and sensitive for me,
Leaning back in his chair and stretching out his legs beneath the long mahogany table, Tayton idly tried to work out what this particular date might commemorate. No doubt, his pet would tell him when he was ready, but guessing had become half the fun of these unexpected celebrations.
The one-year anniversary of the first time he’d flogged the younger man? Three months since they first explored the possibilities of suspension bondage?
Denny’s bare footsteps made no sound as he hurried back into the dining room carrying a tray bearing Tayton’s favorite meal. The scent of the steak reminded Tayton it had been a long time since he’d eaten, but that wasn’t the most important consideration running through his mind.
There was only one plate on the tray, only one place laid at the table. The plate didn’t contain a double portion designed to be shared either.
“Have you already eaten?”
“I’m not hungry, thank you, sir.”
Tayton studied the younger man’s profile very carefully. He was as stunning as ever, but as Tayton took in more details, he realized the boy was also full to the brim with nerves.
A frown touched the corners of Tayton’s eyes. He’d never seen any hint of anxiety from Denny regarding any of his previous impromptu celebrations. Tayton absentmindedly nodded his acceptance of his lover fasting on this particular occasion, but all his attention was now firmly fixed on trying to work out what the hell Denny could be so nervous about celebrating.
They’d been together for over a year, but Tayton was quite sure that he’d been away on a business trip twelve months ago to the day. That left some sort of six-month milestone, or maybe a three-month? Tayton glanced at Denny as the submissive knelt on a cushion at his side, waiting patiently for some opportunity to serve.
The steak gradually disappeared from Tayton’s plate, along with each of the side dishes.
“Excellent, as always.” Tayton ran his fingers through the younger man’s hair as he consumed the last scrap of food and sat back in his chair.
Denny wasn’t so nervous that he couldn’t blush at a compliment. Ducking his head, as if that would stop his master noticing his slightly heightened color, he quickly rose and cleared away the plate.
Now that Tayton was looking for the signs, it was all too easy to see the submissive’s shoulders were knotted with tension. Unwilling to have the boy wandering out of his sight until he’d worked out what was going on with him, Tayton followed him to the kitchen.
Denny stood by the sink, counting things off on his fingers as he worked through some mental to-do list. Walking up behind him very quietly, Tayton slid his hands around the smaller man’s waist and pulled him back until his arse was pressed tightly against his own crotch.
Denny gasped as Tayton settled his hands on his hipbones and pressed his erection against his backside through his trousers. An unexpected sensation against Tayton’s fly informed him that it wasn’t only Denny’s enthusiasm for celebrating anniversaries that was keeping him hard despite of his nerves.
Slipping a hand between their bodies, Tayton slid two fingers down the cleft between Denny’s buttocks until they pressed against the plug lodged firmly in Denny’s arse. It vibrated gently against Tayton’s fingertips as he jostled it within the tight hole.
Denny whimpered as he swayed back against Tayton.
“Have you been keeping yourself ready for me all day?” Tayton whispered in his ear.
Denny nodded. It seemed to be the only kind of answer he was capable of right then.
Smiling to himself, Tayton reached around Denny with his other hand and ran his palm up the boy’s torso until one of his fingers brushed across a pretty pink nipple.
Denny whimpered and bit down hard on his bottom lip.
Tayton murmured his approval into Denny’s ear. “Have you been making sure you’re nice and sensitive for me,
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