aware of his feelings. Thatâs all.
But it was so much more than that and he damn well knew it. Because heâd had his own emotions toyed with by Alan, he was particularly sensitive to such a thing. It wouldnât be acceptable for him to lead someone else on. Especially someone as good as Jarvis.
Jarvis turned to face him, several short lengths of thinner ropes curled around his hand. In the other, he held up a satin mask, as if to make sure Garson saw it. The ropes were excitingâhe knew his cock and balls would be bound, most likely very tight and restrictive. If he was lucky, there would be some torture involved as well. All of those scenarios were more than acceptable to him.
The mask, however, had always been on the hard limit list. Like so many other things this evening.
âPermission to speak, Sir.â
âGo ahead.â
âI trust you, and I know youâre aware of my limits already. But before I give my consent, can I ask why?â
âIn this case, yes. I donât think Iâve ever been more proud of a sub in my life. Youâve allowed me to push so many of your boundaries tonight and Iâm incredibly honored by that.â Jarvis moved closer. âI meant it when I said I want to make you fly higher than ever before. If you actually do trust me, then let me give you the chance to really feel your body, to embrace your sensuality. Youâre a sexual, wanton being and Iâm aching to witness you give yourself over to your true self.â
âY-you⦠Thatâs how you think of me?â
One corner of Jarvisâ mouth curled up. âOh yes. And Iâve thought about you a lot.â
Garsonâs breath hitched and he gave a quick, jerky nod. âOkay. You can use the mask.â
The joy in Jarvisâ expression was clear, his eyes bright, his smile wide. As he leaned over to place the satin covering on Garson, he whispered next to his ear, âSo brave. Youâre making me unbelievably hard.â
He tensed the moment the light disappeared.
âDeep, steady breaths. Youâre safe with me. I wonât leave you, boy. Iâm right here.â
Garson started, then exhaled at the weight of Jarvisâ warm palm on his belly.
âGood boy.â Jarvis rubbed his torso with slow circles. âThatâs it.â He continued the rhythmic motion until Garson had his breathing under control again. âIâm binding your genitals now. You can expect my touch there.â
It was amazing. The sensation of Jarvisâ fingers manipulating his dick and sac was unreal. Sharper. The way the ropes cut into his swelling nuts as Jarvis wrapped them tightly then secured his hard length from base to head had never been as intense. The heat in his imprisoned genitals built, the throb pulsing against the bindings. A groaning sigh fell from his mouth.
âMmm. My boy likes that.â
Garson yelped at the harsh tug on the end of the rope, the momentary pull on his cock head and balls startling and painful. âYesssâ¦â
âWeâre only at the beginning, boy. Make as much noise as you like. I want to hear all of it, know that Iâm the one who makes you fall apart.â
Beads of sweat built on Garsonâs upper lip, at his hairline. âC-canât. Not safe.â
Jesus. Iâm babbling.
The feel of Jarvis running his hand over the top of Garsonâs head as he wiped the sweat away drew him to push into the touch. He wanted more. His heart hammered as he whimpered, no longer sure that being closed off from his emotions meant he was safe. If anything, it simply meant that he was alone and without care.
âOh⦠God.â Tears welled in his eyes and he couldnât have stopped their fall if heâd tried. âPlease donât tease me. Donât do this then tell me it meant nothing.â
The press of Jarvisâ lips on his forehead as he continued to stroke his hair pushed more