“Stay still,” he commanded.
“Sorry, Sir.” Kit’s white-knuckled grip tightened around the bars.
He slid the feathers from Kit’s stomach down the top of his thigh.
Kit complied. He opened his mouth and slid his pink tongue across his lips giving them an alluring shine and almost derailing Mase’s plans as he imagined sliding his cock inside Kit’s slick mouth.
Still smiling, Mase slipped the tickler beneath Kit’s balls, jerking a soft sound out of the sub.
“Doing all right?”
“Yes, Sir.” Kit’s voice was garbled and his body tensed from the feather’s gentle attack.
“You’re doing well. Just a little longer and I’ll give you a reward.”
With his uncertainty of the situation, Kit hadn’t been erect when they’d first started. Now his cock hardened and twitched beneath the feathery attention.
Mase kept up his tender assault for another few minutes until Kit’s toes curled from the sensation and his jaw tightened from clenching his teeth.
Pearls of pre-cum formed on the tip of his cock.
It would take little effort to make him come. Mase wrapped a hand around Kit’s cock and gave it a firm pump. “Come.”
With a cry, Kit gave it up—splashing across Mase’s fist, his hips leaving the mattress as he tried to get as much sensation as possible. When the sub finished, Mase grabbed some wipes from the drawer by the bed and cleaned up both his hand and Kit’s skin.
“You can let go now.”
Kit released the headboard, shook out his hands then reached for the blindfold.
“Did I say you could take that off?” Mase made sure his voice reflected his displeasure.
Kit snatched his hand back. “Sorry, Sir.”
Mase made a silent vow that one day Kit would call him Master.
Kit took a deep breath. Resting his hands by his sides, he waited for his next order. He felt boneless—as though Mase had melted his spine.
Tears pricked his eyes.
What if Mase was finished with him? What if there wasn’t a repeat performance in his future?
He let out a sigh as the Dom slid the blindfold off his face. Blinking to clear his eyes, he looked up at the older man.
“How do you feel?” Mase’s face showed nothing. A ball of fear formed in Kit’s stomach, derailing the relaxation he’d achieved a moment ago.
“Good.” He looked at the obvious outline of Mase’s cock. “Anything I can help you with?”
“No.” Mase gave him a look he couldn’t decipher. “Today was about building trust. Tomorrow is about my enjoyment.”
“If you want to continue to learn more about submission, be here tomorrow at six.”
Kit climbed off the bed feeling unsettled and embarrassed. “Have I done something wrong?”
Mase tossed the blindfold on the bed and cupped his face. “No, you’ve done nothing wrong.” He pressed a hard kiss to Kit’s mouth. “You did everything right.”
“I’m tempted to keep you, but you need to go home and think about what you really want. You’re young and I don’t want to railroad you into something you’re not ready for. You need time.” Kit got another kiss, a hot pressing of lips to lips that had him whimpering and willing to agree to anything to get another one.
Mase pulled away but granted him a kind smile. “Get dressed, go home and come by tomorrow if you’re still interested.”
Nodding, Kit went to retrieve his clothes. As he quickly dressed, his mind raced a million miles a minute—so focused on what Mase thought of him, it took him a while to realize what was happening. Mase was afraid. Whispered rumors claimed that Mase’s lover hadn’t been able to handle their relationship. And Mase wasn’t going to rush Kit in case the same thing happened.
He turned to face the sexy Dom. “I’m not changing my mind.” One taste of Mase’s domination and he was ready to sign up for the full tour.
Mase cupped Kit’s cheek in a gentle touch. “We’ll see. Call me when you get home.”
Kit smiled. “Yes, Sir.”
He felt a warm glow in his heart over Mase’s concern. Unable to resist, Kit kissed Mase’s cheek before darting out the door. He’d convince the sexy Dom to take a chance on him.
The sparks between them could start a fire. Now, it was up to him to keep Mase interested.